Where does personal wisdom come from? I don’t mean insights borrowed from books and teachers, but the stuff that bubbles up from somewhere inside. Once in a while a deep sense of knowing envelopes me when, intuitively, something feels “right” and “true.” Paradoxically this occurs more often when I cease trying. Look at this little Zen story:
Master Dizang asked monk Fayan, “Where are you going?”
Fayan said, “On a pilgrimage.”
Dizang, “What is the purpose of pilgrimage?”
Fayan, “I don’t know.”
Dizang, “Not knowing is most intimate.”
This “not knowing is most intimate” could be translated as living with the heart and mind wide open and welcoming whatever arises. Seen that way it matters little where wisdom comes from or whether it’s in fact “true.” What it calls me to do–and it’s a tall order–is to strive to awaken. Awaken from delusions and daydreams, from fixed ideas of how the world should unfold, or how others should behave towards me and the universe. And to trust, to have faith in, what the heart-mind-body knows all along.
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