The words on the page read, "My vote is that we...make the commitment to let go of what we think we know, so we can be open to the real truth of our experiences." It's from Tap Dancing in Zen by Geri Larkin, which I was reading in Starbuck's tonight.
What I experienced was seeing my own reflection in the mirror, and saying to myself, "Sandy, let go of what you think you know." I felt a tightening in my chest. I felt the tears prick at the backs of my eyes. I was suddenly aware that the walls were green, the floor was slate, and that Christmas music was playing. I was aware of the student across the room studying for the bar exam. Aware of the youthful barristas' playful banter. Aware of the traffic passing by outside. Aware of my boyfriend talking on his cell phone.
Then all of these "things," all of these "ideas," all of these separatenesses merged with me and became one. I was the green wall, the slate floor, the Christmas music, the student studying, the barristas' conversation, the traffic, my boyfriend's voice, and on and on until there was no "I" any longer. I'm not sure exactly what happened, or whether I can convey it accurately. It was as if I got the briefest glimpse of how reality just may really be...
Or then again, maybe I had too many jalapeno peppers on my dinner tonight.