Finding Shoshin Again
12 Tuesday Mar 2013
And the Sound of Duck Fluff Landing on Water…
The ducks appear to move effortlessly across the water,
but I know their feet are paddling ferociously beneath the lake.
It’s the face we show the world.
The stories we choose to tell.
The topside of the mirror.
The warm side of the lake.
They leave ribbons in their wake.
A ‘V’ – A cape
A spade -
To cut through the moment.
In Shoshin everything kept beneath the water surfaces.
Everything on the inside wants to be on the outside.
If you’ve spent your whole life hiding your ferociously paddling feet,
it may feel like a death of the whole self,
but it’s simply the story of the ego that wants to die.
You are left with white
and the sound of duck fluff
landing on water.
That’s the sound of no effort.
The sound of no struggling.
Shoshin is the place
between the soft belly of feathers
and the lapping lake.
The secret to Shoshin, beginner’s mind, emptying to begin again,
is found in the sound of duck fluff landing on a still winter lake.
Emptying to begin again and again…
Back to Shoshin again and again…
I wonder if you can squeeze yourself inside the generous silence of this?
‘Finding Shoshin Again’ is an excerpt from the Dream-Speak Journal ~ Shoshin.