"We're practicing how to be dead," I thought to myself.
A silly thought. But not really too far off the mark.
Recently, in a brief dialogue among some bloggers about this very topic of meditation, someone said I should elaborate (I think that's what she meant) on my comments about my understanding of the "goal" of meditation.
I blog (which sounds like it comes from the same root as, say, "blah, " as in "blah, blah, blah") about the mundane yin and yang aspects of my daily life and observations thereof. I don't usually care to talk about these very deep, expansive things. So much literature is out there, my comments have far less significance than any other commentary on the Tao Te Ching or the I Ching.
But today, after arising from a delightful winter afternoon nap and then, a little sit in the sunshine on my lanai, I think, maybe I do have something to say about this.
Or at least quote (from Thomas Cleary's translation, Taoist Meditation):
"In olden times there was a man who used black and white beans to make of record of his self-examination of mind. Whenever he had a good thought, he would put a white bean in a bowl; and whenever he had a bad thought, he would put a black bean in the bowl.At first, there would be mostly be black beans. Later the black and the white would be half and half.Eventually there would be mostly white beans, then nothing but white beans. Ultimately there would not even be white beans.There is something to this method, clumsy as it seems."
In specific reference to the blog comments, there would be no kids doing the counting, no gorillas either.
Of course, I might be completely misinterpreting what the other bloggers were talking about.
And now I'm going back to the lanai, with the Yellow Emperor, who really gets it, where there is still some sun, to do some not-thinking.