I tried tried get rid of some books yesterday. The conclusion is that I will buy some more bookshelves and concentrate on getting rid of clothes and bulky furniture. I will arrange my books in order of subject matter too. To my surprise I seem to have acquired quite a few books on world religions and I resolve to take another shot at the Bhagavad Gita.
Today I went to church after a long absence. It was the Sunday of Zacchaeus. If you don’t know about him, you can find the story in Luke, chapter 19 verses 1 to 10. He was a rich and therefore powerful man but he was short and so couldn’t see what was going on. He had to climb up into a tree, a sycamore tree, so he could “see who Jesus was”. I always love that detail about the sycamore tree. That’s the mark of a good writer – observation and attention to detail.
So all these books about Zen and the Koran, perhaps they are the branches of my tree of enlightenment. In understanding I often come up short and so must find some vantage point. Better hurry up or I’ll close my eyes and then all really will be revealed.