There’s a story about the human condition that is quite
well-known that goes like this:
A woman is running from some tigers that are chasing her.
They are gaining on her when she comes to a cliff. She looks and sees a vine
growing out from the cliff, so she climbs out onto the vine and holds on tightly. The
tigers are now just above her head, pawing at the ground and sniffing the air.
Then she looks down and sees that there are tigers down there as well. Just
then she notices the mouse that had been there gnawing away at the vine above
her head, just out of reach. She also sees a few ripe, red strawberries growing
from a nearly clump of grass just within her reach. She looks up at the tigers,
she looks down at the tigers, she looks at the mouse. Then, she picks the largest
of the strawberries, pops it in her mouth and chews. It is lusciously delicious
and she enjoys it thoroughly.
The first time I heard this story was at a yoga ashram back in the 70s, and
the metaphor was made even more obvious by having two mice, one white and one black, gnawing away at the vine. Yes,
day and night is eating away at our lifeline. We were born and we will die and
each moment is just what it is. At the ashram, I was told that this is the
human predicament, and that we commonly and foolishly ignore the reality of life and death
and distract ourselves with “strawberries.” The swami said that, rather then
indulge in the sensual pleasures of life, we yoga students should dedicate all our energies
to getting out of this predicament. After all, for much of yoga philosophy, moksha, or “liberation,” is understood
as the ceasing of reincarnation, the constant ‘wandering forth’ from life
through death to life, again and again and again.
Now, the second time I heard this story was in a zen
monastery and the teacher mimed the act of reaching for the strawberry, popping
it into his mouth and chewing with obvious delight. Only this time, the message
conveyed to us zen students was that given our life situation, with each moment our life hanging by a
thread, being caught in anxiety, resentment, bitterness, and anger prevents us
from fully experiencing our life; Such reactivity keeps us from fully seeing, hearing,
tasting and delighting in "just this." This might be the only moment of our life;
this may be the only strawberry. Do we really want to miss it because we are
anxiously focused on our existential state? Given our life situation, we can be
depressed about this, or we could appreciate our life, as Maezumi Roshi would
encourage.
I can see how this plays out in my own life. When I find
myself caught in anger or anxiety – usually about how things are going in my
life or the fears about what may happen in the future – I completely lose the
reality of this moment. Please don't misunderstand; this moment may be painful, indeed. It’s not all
sweetness. Some strawberries are sour. But, as difficult as it may be, when
push comes to shove, I’d much rather taste that sourness completely then be
swept away by mental fabrications.
All this isn’t to say we should be all polly-annish about
life and the circumstances we must face. There’s a lot of oppression in this world, with lots of injustice that
we must resist, fight and change. And practice can challenge us to do this while engaging in each moment with as much integrity as we can muster. And that includes tasting
all the tastes life has to offer.
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