jueves, 11 de abril de 2013

Meditation When I open my window every morning,

When I open my window every morning,
                                  I see Mount Fuji.

                              Things  change a little when we come to know that the Japanese sage who uttered
                              It was  something simpler and deeper at the same time. The sage had learned to value  ordinary life in its true worth, to take every passing incident as a  manifestation of life itself, to discover nobility in the commonplace and  beauty in homeliness, to know that every word is a message and every face a  revelation, to see the whole of creation in a blade of grass, and Mount Fuji is  a mud wall. He had found the sacred meaning of existence, the soul of the  universe, the unity of the cosmos. He had no need to live on a sacred mountain  or in a solitary cave. No need of images or recitations, no need of scriptures  or rites. He had gone through all that with due reverence and devotion and that  had brought him in due time of effort and grace to the direct contemplation of  all in all, of heaven down on earth, of the divine in the human, of Mount Fuji  in the wall across the street. That is how he saw it every morning, and blessed  his day with the far and close memory of sublime spirit in humble matter. The  eyes of faith see redemption in every event, and grace in every gesture. That  was the secret of the remote worshipper of sacred Mount   Fuji.
                              And this is  the secret of the ennobling of the soul in the midst of daily routine. The  contemplation of Mount Fuji every day on  opening the window…, whatever that window may be. The cult of the ordinary. The  novelty of repetition. The surprise of boredom. The inner and true  reconciliation with things as they are and with life as it is. Joy in the  present without waiting for success in the future. Greetings to the wall in  front without envying the neighbours of Mount Fuji.  To open the morning with that attitude in one’s soul in the best way to set the  day on its course of joy.
                              I even  suspect that the neighbours of Mount Fuji who see it directly from their homes  every day at any time, little by little get used to it, ignore it, and cease to  see it. The distant sage is better off: he keeps on guessing the beauty of the  mountain because he has never seen it. That is the best definition of faith
those  words lived very far away from Mount Fuji; indeed he lived in another one of  Japan’s many islands from where no other land could be seen even in the far  horizon; and, what is worse, his house was situated in the midst of a little  village and its crowded streets, where the only thing he could see on opening  his window in the morning was the wall of his neighbour’s house with its off-colour  paint and its weather stains in desolate condition. To top it all, our good man  had never left his village and had never in his life seen Mount   Fuji, which he only knew through pictures and poems as a remote  name, a symbol, a fantasy. Whence, then, his proud claim to see Mount Fuji from his window? Was it presumption? Was it  wishful thinking? Was it poetic licence? Was it a dream?
                             We are glad  to know it. Perhaps we even feel gently jealous of the Japanese sage who, just  on opening the window of his own house in the morning, can enjoy the view, at  once artistic and sacred, of the perfect mountain in its snowy cone; a mountain  pregnant with tradition and feeling, symbol of a nation and a people, of a  faith and an effort to rise from an earthly basis to a vertex in the clouds  near the highest heavens. Mount Fuji, image  and inspiration of the Japanese people and of all those who with them  appreciate their values and delve in their spirituality. Its view every dawn  from one’s own home consecrates, no doubt, and ennobles the rest of the day  with the pointed reminder of the eternal goal that awaits us while it guides  our steps day by day in grateful pilgrimage. Happy indeed the man or woman who  begins the day at the feet of the sacred triangle of Mount   Fuji against the rising sun.

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