By Daman Dharmachari
Sit in the Cafe.
Hear the Jazz (Probably John Coltrane).
Drink the black coffee.
Eat the haloumi panini.
Think the thoughts.
Mind one, “Shit, what is happening to me?”
Mind two, “What! What does that mean?”
Mind one, “Well, I’m not functioning”
Mind two, “Drink the black coffee,
Listen to the jazz,
Eat the Panini,
Write the words.
This is functioning”
Mind one, “It’s not riding a bike,
It’s not jive dancing,
It’s not abseiling,
It’s not making love with the beloved”
Mind two, “You are too old for these things.
Be content with an active mind.
Think the thoughts”
Daman Dharmachari, another Buddhist, is one who posts there. He tells me he has been using it as a sort of 'winter therapy'.
He works at the Bristol Buddhist Centre in England, as part of the Triratna Buddhist Community. He doesn't regard himself as a writer and there is nowhere on the web where I may refer you to anything else he has written. I gather that this is because there are no writings. But this piece delighted me when I came across it at the facebook group.
I am not Buddhist, but from what little I know I think this poem expresses a very Buddhist attitude. 'Small stones' are supposed to focus on the world outside oneself, but in this case he is perceiving his own mind as another thing in the world, which one may observe. Even 'Mind two' is not the self.
Be that as it may, I enjoy the conversation between Mind one and Mind two, and particularly the last verse. I love the whole tone, and I like it that the two minds have distinct voices. I think it is a very funny piece. Also, of course, it's deeply serious.
In fact Mind two's injunctions provide a perfect illustration of what small stones are all about — being here now, in the moment, and paying proper attention.
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