Saturday, January 15, 2011
The Glass is Mostly Full
In today's Dharma talk the priest talked about the reaction of those who see the glass as half empty to those who see it has half full.
Having been working on a Zen journal on death and impermanence, I started wondering about my life. Is it half full or half empty? The years ahead of me... do they represent the water or the air? I wanted to figure this out before writing about it... but I didn't.
So what's my life... the glass? the water? Any ideas?
Sometimes the water evaporates. Sometimes the water spills.
Sometimes someone drinks the water. And sometimes the glass falls off the table.
I told my grandson Charlie what my teacher told me 60 years ago... that a work of art is finished when none of the original idea remains. So...