Finding A Piece of the Truth

One day Mara, the Evil One, was travelling through the villages of India with his attendants. He espied a man doing walking meditation, whose face was lit up in wonder. The man had just discovered something on the ground in front of him. Mara’s attendant asked what that was and Mara replied, “A piece of truth.”

“Doesn’t this bother you when someone finds a piece of truth, O Evil One?” his attendant asked. “No,” Mara replied. “Right after this, they usually make a belief out of it.”  – from The Ten Very Best Zen Stories

I love this story. And since a recent, intense health scare, it’s a story I keep very close to heart as a reminder that all the fascinating inner truths and realizations since the hospitalization must be experienced as they come, and most importantly, let go. To change any of those truths into beliefs is to set that truth in stone. An ossified truth is no longer a truth, it is a grave marker, no longer a living, breathing, true thing.

Truth is being, and being changes.

Let me know if I can be any more cryptic or confusing. It’s just an amazing time I’m going through at the moment, and I’m doing my level best not to hold on tightly to any one precious thing.

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Date: Monday, 6. December 2010 3:03
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    Thank you for sharing this. I’m glad you are doing better since the hospital stay!

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