Yesterday I decided to weed. It rained a little and the weeds came out of the ground a little easier, the heat broke and I was happy to be a little wet.
In the practice of choiceless awareness the Buddha taught to look at everything equally. Not to linger over what pleases and avoid what doesn’t, but to give everything an equal attention.
So there I was perched to pull (kill), having chosen a day more comfortable than others to do this job. I often think I use this teaching to avoid any yardwork at all.
Without excuses I was defenceless against the strong, green dandelions and other nameless weeds on my path and terrace. They were even encroaching on my statue of the Buddha.
I approached him. Grasses sprouting around his back, dandelions at his front and dead, cut grasses in his lap. Those were easy but as I began to pull and tear the living greens from the bricks around him I remembered discrimination, choice, truthfulness – also part of the whole picture.