Late in the afternoon I go out: for a walk, to run some errands, feel the air, see the sky, experience the relationship of being among persons and things, move away from the writing I do all day, alone. I choose a way I have never gone before, in a neighborhood where I have lived for 15 years. (Sometimes I choose the same way I have always gone and step into as if for the first time.)
Everything has a new slant, like entering a new city. I see the same buildings from new angles. A wall overlooks a vast construction site I hadn’t seen before. There are trees I never knew existed. They are new, I am new. Who are these people I pass and where are they going? Who am I and where am I going?
I think of a Cartier-Bresson photograph in which Giacometti is a blur, in motion among his apparently static works, advancing like his tall walking man, leaning into the flux that is the undercurrent of all things.
Leaning into the flux
About the Author: zenscribe
Enseignante Zen et poète, Sensei Amy “Tu es cela” Hollowell est née et a grandi à Minneapolis, aux Etats-Unis. Arrivée en France en 1981 pour étudier la littérature et l’histoire, elle y est restée, s’installant à Paris, où elle élève ses deux enfants et gagne sa vie en tant que journaliste.
The Zen teacher and poet Amy “Tu es cela” Hollowell Sensei was born and raised in Minneapolis, but came to France in 1981 to study literature and history and has lived in Paris ever since, raising her two children and making a living as a journalist.
the need to be the other?
Sometimes i feel the need to write or talk about all this.
what is this – this need??????
To be open to all that it is
To not be stuck to any perspective, idea, way.
"They are new, I am new" – What does it mean, to be new?
To forget the "knowing of things", the labels we put on things. Just to experience the (re)birth of their perception. To be whatever we are, to see whatever we see in each moment. Each moment is a new moment and we just lean to it because we are it.
I am the flux
I am the trees, the buildings, the fresh air, the persons.
Whatever I see
Whatever I experience
I am
Tu es cela, n’ es pas?