Dedicated to Angela Mujaku Senjin Caponigro (1946-2016) who I practiced with at Zen Mountain Monastery in 2004-2005. Unlike me, she continued on and ordained in the Mountain and Rivers Order and finished her life in service at Fire Lotus Temple in Brooklyn, NY A brief video "A Glimpse of Senjin" appears below.
"Truth is one. Paths are many."
--Mahatma Gandhi
“If we learn to open our hearts, anyone, including the people
who drive us crazy, can be our teacher.”
― Pema Chödrön
who drive us crazy, can be our teacher.”
― Pema Chödrön
Over
a decade ago, I sat on the front porch of an A frame on the ridge at
Zen Mountain Monastery gazing at a star-filled Catskill Mountain sky. I
was certain that I was going to leave the monastery after six months in
residence. Yet I had absolutely no idea what
my next move would be. Over the years, I had often thought, "once the
kids are grown, I can finally DO IT! I'd get to the monastery or ashram
and find The Teacher -- then just cruise my way to enlightenment!"
So much for that plan.
So much for that plan.
By
then, I knew it wasn't going to be that easy. Although I had again experienced a number of deep "openings" in
the cauldron of Zen Training as envisioned by Roshi John "Daido" Loori, it was obvious that the rigid, hard-driving, and quintessentially hierarchical
nature of the Roshi's "Eight Gates of Zen" practiced at ZMM didn't ring true for me.
Although I had great respect for many of the folks involved, and saw
that the monastic life appeared to work for some, I wasn't going to get
off that easy. I was going to have to get out there and figure it out
for myself -- again.
As
I sat there, absolutely clueless, a memory of the book Jonathan
Livingston Seagull passed through my mind and I thought, "I guess I just
have to hang onto the wind and trust." At that very instant a shooting
star flashed across the night sky directly in front of my eyes --
instantly disappearing into the tapestry of countless stars and
fathomless blackness reaching overhead. Zounds!
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