Patchwork Mind

Often it seems like my day is a householder's patchwork quilt. It may begin in the zendo listening three strikes on the keisu and sitting zazen for an hour, but it then becomes a quilt of ten thousand things. Trying to hold all the patches together (or avoid collecting any more!) is exhausting. But not to try seems like abdication of my responsibilities as a householder, parent, supervisor, child, and all the other roles. That I spend much of my time at work on a computer does not help, with e-mail and ten thousand more distractions. I suspect my teacher would say: Sitting on the zafu, only Mu! Being in the world, only Mu! Going to sesshin, only Mu!

Only Mu.....