Introduction: I first met Colin back in Istanbul in 1998. He’d already lived in the city for five years, I was there for just one. In 2000 we both came to Bangkok, and while I’ve been coming and going, Colin has been here the whole time since.
I’ve not yet seen Colin at a single Dharma talk of any tradition, but I know few people who live the teachings more fully in every moment of his life and art. He paints, draws, takes great photos, and lives a life of compassion and appreciation.
I asked him if he’d like to contribute a post on this blog, and he said he’d write something on the Tao Te Ching. Which, by the way, he reads, a single verse a day, from the most battered-looking book you’ve ever seen in your life!
Guest Post: Colin on reading the Tao Te Ching
Now all you need for this exercise is… a piece of paper and a pen !
Now get down and draw a vendiagram , yup one of those ( if you can’t recall what it looks like feel free to ask marcus )
now place an X in the diagram to express where you currently stand in your life related to groups of interest or disinterest
eg. mother-inlaws or religion… excellent !
Now if this current place appears to be a tiny bit fractious or indeed you simply fancy a change in perspective without being noticed,
then you need L’s hat shop.
” Ma ! Bobbie’s wearing his grimy awful baseball cap but he’s walkin’ like he’s wearin’ a Trilby !”
” Come on J.R. you’re just jealous. ”
( Bobbie always did have a hard time… I mean even when J.R. was shot he came out dancin’. )
” Hon’ you’re got to learn to shoot straight… like I do . ”
Now at L’s hat shop he has as you all know, 82 different hats in all shapes and sizes to fit anyone, and that’s not all you can change them
anytime you want unbeknown to your fellow groups . hat no 18…. is what I’m sporting today.
Imagine there you are in that bunker again… before hole no 18 you can just about see the flickering flag. yes you have to get your
shoes mucky again, muttering to yourself because quite frankly your parnter has had enough you take your first swing at the ball.
No ! it hits the bunker edge and gently laughingly rolls back down…
Now comes that job of finding your swing, the one that suits your body and mind…. you read chapter eighteen again. looking between
the lines gritting your teeth you let go ! You feel the sand beneath your soles, the wind ruffles your hair and you begin to listen
to the rustling of the leaves ( why are leaves always rustling in zen accounts you mutter…. )
flowing you swing your club and VOILA the ball sails cleanly over the edge and I’ll be damned right into hole no 18.
and once again connecting with yourself you fin d your walk and mind seem to just float along… man that L really knew his stuff
good job he was around.
He’s not updated it for a while, but here’s Colin’s excellent blog: Spaces and Lines
Picture: The lovely image here is also by Colin. His partner’s father, a wonderful man, passed away last year and after the five days of ceremonies at the local temple, Colin presented this magnificent work to the head monk, where it was very warmly received.