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    I sit on top of a boulder
    the stream is icy cold
    quiet joys hold a special
       charm
    bare cliffs in the fog
       enchant
    this is such a restful place
    the sun goes down
      and tree shadows sprawl
    I watch the ground
      of my mind
    and a lotus comes out
       of the mud
    The Collected Songs
      of Cold Mountain

The Mind Mirror

March 27th, 2007 by jack

My experience with Buddhism during the last several years can most simply be characterized using the words “mind mirror.” No other religion that I’ve come across asks one to persistently look at how the mind works with tools to help one clear away the fog and see more clearly. Even psychology as a discipline (except perhaps for Jungian psychology) is strongly tainted with cultural values that are so deeply embedded they are unstated.

It’s not been a pleasant process. It’s been demanding in the sense of being willing to see honestly, without the affective overlay that usually colors and shapes things to our liking. In my case that “liking” includes my pet ideas about how things “should be”, even when some of my “should be” springs from noble aspirations.

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