Sansaku: Impermanence Practice (Previously Unpublished)
4/24/21 – But written a year ago today. It’s good to get perspective.
The Titanic is a symbol of impermanence, but so is a flame and a flow. We’re on board and the fire is burning. I practice looking back. The future is a mystery. Practice helps define who we are. Dogen said, “Practice is the same as enlightenment.” He’s added, “If you confront impermanence, the rest falls into place.” I’ll bite.
The day will come; we’ll look back with 20/20 and never forget the year of the virus. I’m choosing to remember. It’s changed our lives. I’ve rarely had a curfew and never a quarantine. I’m as curious as a cat and the media can’t resist a good story. What’s this doing to the country?
Chaos and rigidity. Panic and fear, worry and thinking go wild. The news is constant, obsessive. There’s almost nothing else. Trump’s virus. Forever linked in history. And besides obsessions, compulsions out the wazoo. Rituals to purify and disinfect. We’re mostly trying.
The virus is a symptom and a symbol. It seems to be particular and goes after the old and vulnerable. It’s intelligent and crafty. We’ve chosen to shut things down. It’s been going on a month and continues. You never know what could happen. There’s drama to the story.
Trauma and anxiety are easily over-learned. Our collective fear ramped up on 9/11. We didn’t grieve, we went to war. The big boat hit an iceberg and the integrity of the structure was compromised. With the virus, there’s water in the hold. Integrity is lacking. It’s the word.
The doctors prescribe social distance and washing your hands. Don’t touch your face. Isolate and don’t contaminate yourself or others. The collective mostly listens and mostly stays at home. But unexpected and unintended consequences happen: sometimes good, sometimes not. We’re caught in the balance. Impermanence practice.