The Middle Way

Zen Spot #119 — Mindfulness, meditation and loving the buffalo February 15, 2018 00:05

Like buffalo

You can hear the gun go off from half a mile away. Fifteen seconds later, a phalanx of 500 latter day Scots, led by a high school harrier, like William Wallace, break the horizon, and charge across fifteen acres of bliss and pain, toward a cornfield funnel that will only fit ten across. Not to mix metaphors, but the funnel leads, like a tunnel, through two separate corn fields that split, like the Red Sea, for Moses.

Tunnel. Funnel. Moses. William Wallace.

Heaven, too, for those who love the sport of cross country.

I love the buffalo

There is no reason for me to visit these races anymore. My children are grown. There is, however, love for this event that is the only child who never grows old.

The buffalo.

Invisible four feet away

The tunnel is about 150 meters long. And, while the buffalo are civil, for the most part, they jostle and elbow and yelp and spit when confined, cramming together at the mouth of the funnel and moving into the future. Spit, perhaps, will invade the force-field at the edges of the cornfield, but little else.

Standing behind one row of stalks, facing the funnel of stampeding herd, the buffalo passed within arm’s reach, but they couldn’t see me. Too much speed. Too much focus. Too much to follow. The corn is almost sacred.

From green to brown

The herd having passed, I stepped into the funnel/tunnel/pathway and spun 180 degrees to look into the dark oblivion of cornfield where, whatever is on the other side of the field, is blocked by all the vegetation. No hard edge exists, the stalks just swallow each other into dark oblivion. No single stalk impedes one’s vision; they work together, without working at all. 

The stalks, too, are buffalo, standing still, dying. Chlorophyl draining slowly. Once thriving leaves turning into a kind of tobacco. Soon, these buffalo will pass, their remains will be cleared, the horizon will be obvious and the tunnel will be gone.

Were I too stand in the same spot in the cornfield as that where the buffalo passed, in six weeks, I could be seen from a mile away. The dark oblivion and its edges will have found dark oblivion.

A cornfield at night

At night, whether at the height of summer, when the stalks are twelve feet tall or, in winter, when the stalks are gone, I could stand in that place and there would be absolutely no difference. 

I once was a buffalo.

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About DharmaMechanic

An artist, entrepreneur and writer walking the Buddhist path, his art focuses on the Dharma Wheel. The four wheels shown above are among over 600 DharmaMechanic has created over the course of his career. Each has a unique story. If you’d like to read the story of these wheels or purchase a framed 20" x 20" ready-to-hang print, visit SilkDharma.com.

What are The Four Noble Truths?

  1. The truth of suffering
  2. The truth of the origin of suffering
  3. The truth of the cessation of suffering
  4. The truth of the path to the cessation of suffering

What is The Noble Eightfold Path?

  1. Right view
  2. Right intention
  3. Right action
  4. Right speech
  5. Right livelihood
  6. Right effort
  7. Right mindfulness
  8. Right concentration

What is a Dharma Wheel?

 

 


Zen Spot #117 — Mindfulness, meditation and purity of effort February 3, 2018 00:05

It used to be four minutes

In 1954, on a cinder track in Oxford England, Dr. Roger Bannister broke the four minute mile. The feat, while inevitable, like the moon landing, was nonetheless staggering. The question of who would be the first to set foot on the lunar surface, and be remembered forever, was not that different than the question of who would first to set foot across the finish line in 3:59.9 or better.

The difference

Neil Armstrong had thousands of professionals, and tens of millions of dollars, committed to building his legacy . During his pursuit, he was never alone. In particular, as he descended the ladder on the Lunar Module that led him to be the first person to set foot on the moon, Buzz Aldrin was only ten feet away, and could just as easily have been the man after whom schools and highways were regularly named.

Hicham el-Guerroj was both by himself, and with Noah Ngeny, when he set the most recent world record of 3:43.13.

A two ton cast iron bell ringing

There is a purity to four laps around the track, each run in just a little less than 56 seconds that, like jazz, can’t be explained to a someone who doesn’t understand. When a listener can hear the ring of a bell slowly fade over four minutes, the sound disappears quickly if not listening closely.

A sublime.

The machine red lines

World class runners, to some of whom I’ve spoken, describe taking the engine and spirit beyond the red line on the tachometer, knowing that they will continue fearlessly toward the finish line to discover what resources they have left for the final one hundred meters. At that point, they will explode — or not.

Some describe hearing white noise while doing the calculus of navigation and competition, fading in as necessary, otherwise tending the pistons and human juices that could become shrapnel. A yin and yang of violence and peace.

Traveling together

Noah Ngeny pushed Hicham el-Guerroj into history, and also broke the world record that day. His name will never be written in the record books. His not-quite anonymity is sublime. He is neither Bill Buckner nor Mookie Wilson. Neither Buzz Aldrin nor Neil Armstrong. Neither Mary nor Joseph.

Noah's and Hicham's spirits traveled together, though. Close enough, too, that they were of one mind, and two minds, at the same time, crossing together over a threshold impossible for billions.

The teacher is often forgotten, except by the student.

Billions

I’ve written often of the idea of the collective mind coexisting with the individual mind. My belief that we are all one but still alone — all sentient beings, as one sentient being — is contrasted by the ability of one person, in the entirety of human history, to perform an act of the self never performed before, is a paradox with which I am completely comfortable.

In particular, the ability to run one mile faster than any of the billions of human beings who have lived and died since before the dawn of the written word, captures me.

That complete focus

A sustained effort, and a particular kind of concentration, where the mind is focused on only the moment occupied, is a notable gift. To extend the gift over four minutes, then slowly reduce the time, while simultaneously going deeper within, and without, is a sight to behold.

Spend four minutes watching the video. His effortlessness and concentration are breathtaking.

Enlightenment, perhaps?

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About DharmaMechanic

An artist, entrepreneur and writer walking the Buddhist path, his art focuses on the Dharma Wheel. The four wheels shown above are among over 600 DharmaMechanic has created over the course of his career. Each has a unique story. If you’d like to read the story of these wheels or purchase a framed 20" x 20" ready-to-hang print, visit SilkDharma.com.

What are The Four Noble Truths?

  1. The truth of suffering
  2. The truth of the origin of suffering
  3. The truth of the cessation of suffering
  4. The truth of the path to the cessation of suffering

What is The Noble Eightfold Path?

  1. Right view
  2. Right intention
  3. Right action
  4. Right speech
  5. Right livelihood
  6. Right effort
  7. Right mindfulness
  8. Right concentration

What is a Dharma Wheel?