I don't know shit about the Dharma. I really don't. I'd probably lose in one of those "Dharma Combat" sessions. I have no doubt others could out-Zen me with Vegas-like odds. I have a hard time remembering the names of the five skandhas; I get lost in the twelve nidānas. I understand Nakagawa Soen Roshi's line, "If I had to take an examination in Buddhism, I would flunk," all too well.
I don't care, though, and the longer I'm at all this, the more I become convinced of one thing more than anything else: getting to know oneself, this fathom-high body-mind, in all of its wonder and worry, is the highest of all practices. And the second highest of all practices stems from it: making sure that this fathom-high body-mind, in all of its wonder and worry, is not a burden to others or gets in their way.
If there's more to Buddhism than this, I'm not even sure I would want it.
I don't care, though, and the longer I'm at all this, the more I become convinced of one thing more than anything else: getting to know oneself, this fathom-high body-mind, in all of its wonder and worry, is the highest of all practices. And the second highest of all practices stems from it: making sure that this fathom-high body-mind, in all of its wonder and worry, is not a burden to others or gets in their way.
If there's more to Buddhism than this, I'm not even sure I would want it.
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