The wise one delivers most knowledge without opening his mouth. The sagacious student does not hide the wisdom he inherits but offers it in utter silence. What is it you wished to say for I am ready not to listen.
A reflection on Dogen’s Shobogenzo Koans Case 34 (True Dharma Eye)
If I come before the teacher he will give me thirty blows. If I do not come before the teacher he will give me thirty blows. It is the same for everyone, his arms never grow tired but if I never see my teacher, I give him thirty blows and my arms are suddenly heavy.
A reflection on Case 31 of Dogen’s Shobogenzo Koans (True Dharma Eye)
She is long departed I imagine, and she would have had no memory of me given the number who passed through her room in the decades she stood imparting the sort of knowledge that was somehow tucked away, not forgotten, for it bubbled forth years later, the aha moment.
I could not forget her, why perhaps she was a key to my passwords, the first question you have to answer to reset a site, to reset your life, “Who was your most memorable teacher?” and it was she among all the others without doubt.
It was probably that moment just after we sat down at our new, huge or so they seemed, desks and the large person in the front of the room smiled at us and said “I will teach you all that you need to learn this year so pay attention.”
Perhaps we stopped thinking the year before during kindergarten, but I do think the first day of first grade truly marked the moment of our mental subjugation.
They were not optional in our family, once a week, half an hour, that and at least 20 minutes daily, the youngest got the choice of times.
He quit after a year, his sister was three years in and went on another and I was eight years staring at the 88 keys, so many of which would never get used, useless as were the pedals I couldn’t reach at first and rarely needed later.
It was upright, as I was supposed to be, but only was in sight of my teacher, and I thought Bill Evans had it right, leaning over the keys insuring that they wouldn’t make an escape.
I stopped when my parents realized how much they had spent on what they would never enjoy and I would as soon forget.