A Zen Moment

Did a 10-minute meditation this morning, it went by so fast. A thought came during the meditation: “I’m not a flower. Are you a flower?” This I said to the zen teaching that in time and with practice the self will disappear, the witness will disappear, then there is only the flower, or the tree, or the room that was there in front of you. I wondered then, will I be the flower when that happens?

When I had that moment of oneness on the beach of the Mayan Riviera 11 years ago, my self disappeared, and I was everything—the ocean, the night sky, all the stars, the wind, the darkness—without boundary, without will or desire. But I did not feel as if i became the ocean or the sky or the stars. I was what all of them together was, one thing, one being. What I experienced was the biggest picture I ever saw, not the minutest details of one object.

We are given what we need the most.