I am struggling with "oughts" so much these days.
"You ought to sit", "You ought to open up to the moment", "You ought to accept"
The hand of thought can open in the moment, but I find myself starring at a fist and I strive to pry it open, because it "ought to be open."
This does not work.
I can clearly see myself as a mean, jealous, angry man, cussing at slow drivers, jealous of the attention my wife gets from her friends, dreaming of running away from it all to hide out in Japan somewhere, feeling like a spoiled child even as I write this tantrum when I know I "ought to be weighty and wise and crunchy and loving and reflective and cute and say nice things."
Barry, rename your blog "ought herding!"
I imagine there could be a pebble bounced off bamboo that would awaken me from this trap of knowing I ought not focus on all these oughts. Mirrors reflecting in mirrors - the tangled consideration.
Harry says Dogen thought there is no restriction in this murkiness.
There are hornets and there are kittens.
There are fools and there are sages.
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