Life slips quickly by
To waste time is a great shame
Time waits for no one.
These are the classic words written on the han, the wooden board that is hit with a mallet, to call people to meditation in the Zen tradition.
These words are meant to wake us up to the great matter, to the investigation of what it means to be human. What it means to live a life of value.
I do not need to hear these words!! I am actually very aware that I am going to die! I would say I am obsessed with the passage of time, and this obsession has produced a kind of dread. This is not how I want to live my life, feeling in bondage to the passing of time. I know that my deep commitment to the spiritual life in part comes from the knowledge of the passing of time, but the constant reminder of my mortality is more depressive than up-lifting.
Often one hears a dharma teacher quote this verse from Mary Oliver’s poem A Summer’s Day:
Doesn't everything die at last, and too soon?
Tell me, what is it you plan to do
with your one wild and precious life?
Tell me, what is it you plan to do
with your one wild and precious life?
Ironically, Zen Buddhist teachings suggest that we should be happy with our lives as they are. To enjoy this moment as it is. And yet, I see the persons I love most within this tradition working and working and working. Travelling and giving talks and publishing. One might argue, “But this is how he enjoys the moment.” But I do wonder about the need and value of a simpler life. Isn’t something being sacrificed in all this busy-ness?
What if I decide – right now – to do nothing? I am retired, so this should be easy. Being alive, being joyful, being thankful should be enough. I do not feel that I actually need to repay the incomprehensible generosity of having been given a beautiful life.
I am now studying the Taoteching. I especially like the commentary by Chuang-tzu on verse 34.
Those who are skilled toil, and those who are clever worry. Meanwhile, those who do not possess such abilities seek nothing and yet eat their fill. They drift through life like unmoored boats.