I will let Song Shu speak in a few moments…
Clutter is not just something that amasses in the available bare areas in one’s living space. It can be anything and anywhere. As we live, things come into our lives, either brought home from the store, gifts, or just things that we have no idea how, when, or why they are there, but they are there nonetheless. With all this, clutter can grow from nothing to something intrusive in the blink of an eye.
Like a living space, the mind is no different, and it can be argued as casting an even larger wake of clump than clutter in a house. Thought clumps. Ways of mental workings that accumulate and come to rest on the invitingly empty spaces of the desk of your subconscious mind. Here, their very presence can incite a persuasion of the body to action, like looking at a pile of books on the floor automatically leads one to read the title of the one on top, and have an invocation of thoughts and emotions spring up. They cover the surface, so all that can be seen is the “auto-thought”. This is why we clean – clean the mind.
To do this, we must watch our brain at work. When we are quiet and not “doing” we can see that which the eyes fail to see.
In the words of Song Shu…
Close your eyes.
Picture a serene lake, with mountains sat in the distance,
with peaceful greens of vegetation surrounding its banks.
This is your mind.
Not a sweep of wind;
not a voice to be heard.
When a bird passes over head, its reflection kisses the surface water of your mind.
When the bird is gone, the reflection is gone,
for it would be silly for it to stay when there is no more bird.
Now let each passing phenomenon represent your thoughts.
Observe as they come.
A leaf floats to the water.
It lands, and makes a ripple.
The water is still again.
No effort, no trying.
Water does not try.
Water will be still when the wind blows on it no more.
So too the mind.
Now in stillness, open your eyes, and continue the practice of living.
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