TrueSight Journal (continued)
Questions to the Teacher
Q. How can we work on the things in us that are hidden? If they're hidden, how do we uncover them if we don't even know where to look?  

A. You don't need to "worry" about that which is hidden because it will reveal itself as you practice. However, your intention to uncover it will certainly engender and strengthen the process. The discovery process is quite organic in that it ripens in its own time and as a direct result of your practice.

There's an analogy that has been used to describe this process - soup. You have meat and carrots and potatoes and the basic broth that it all cooks in. Then you apply heat and, after an appropriate time to cook, you finally have something edible. In this case, the meat and vegetables are your habits, and subconscious and unconscious 'thingies'. The broth is your fundamental style of mind, and the heat you apply is your practice. The Teacher can see your process - your 'cooking' - and guide you appropriately, including applying more heat or 'poking the vegetables' to see if they're tender enough. Then, at the moment of perfect tenderness, wisdom is revealed - you 'eat' your own soup. Perhaps you'll even share it with the rest of your fellow practitioners and we all can partake in the feast with you.
What lies behind us and what lies before us are tiny matters compared to what lies within us.
~ Oliver Wendell Holmes ~
Pick a color, any color! Make it a simple color like red, blue, yellow, or green. Throughout your day, notice this color in all its variations, wherever and whenever it appears.
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The Secret of Heaven and Hell
The old monk sat by the side of the road. With his eyes closed, his legs crossed and his hands folded in his lap, he sat. In deep meditation, he sat. Suddenly his zazen was interrupted by the harsh and demanding voice of a samurai warrior. "Old man! Teach me about heaven and hell!"

At first, as though he had not heard, there was no perceptible response from the monk. But gradually he began to open his eyes, the faintest hint of a smile playing around the corners of his mouth as the samurai stood there, waiting impatiently, growing more and more agitated with each passing second.

"You wish to know the secrets of heaven and hell?" replied the monk at last. "You who are so unkempt. You whose hands and feet are covered with dirt. You whose hair is uncombed, whose breath is foul, whose sword is all rusty and neglected. You who are ugly and whose mother dresses you funny. You would ask me of heaven and hell?"

The samurai uttered a vile curse. He drew his sword and raised it high above his head. His face turned to crimson and the veins on his neck stood out in bold relief as he prepared to sever the monk's head from its shoulders.

"That is hell," said the old monk gently, just as the sword began its descent.

In that fraction of a second, the samurai was overcome with amazement, awe, compassion and love for this gentle being who had dared to risk his very life to give him such a teaching. He stopped his sword in mid-flight and his eyes filled with grateful tears.

"And that," said the monk, "is heaven."
~ Author Unknown
He who postpones the hour of living
is like one who waits for the river to pass before crossing.
~ Horace