Embracing the Smile That Is This Moment

by

Ian Black

&

I am Blue


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    Down on my knees, at the foot of the Buddha, a thousand miles from home, I was seeking enlightenment.
    Thankfully, It didn’t take long.
    No years of chanting.  No lighting of incense, sitting in uncomfortable positions, or staring at walls for endless decades.
    Rather, almost instantaneously, a feeling of mirth swept over me.  Suddenly, I realized the Buddha was laughing at me... and the silliness of my quest.
    As you can imagine, I was enraged.  Here I had come to worship at his feet and he was laughing at me!
    “I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” the Buddha said.  “It’s just your stupid western clothes... and I know you don’t believe that the Spirit of Nirvana or whatever resides in a fifty foot idol, so why are you even here?”
    “Enlightenment,” I whispered curtly, hoping none of the other monks would hear me... or at least understand the language in which I was speaking.
    “Oh right, enlightenment,” the Buddha repeated in mock thoughtfulness as he pretended to mull over the words as if I was the first pilgrim ever to pray as his feet.  “Um, let’s see.  Enlightenment, eh?  Um, well.  Have you tried embracing the smile that is this moment?”
    “What?” I asked, perhaps a little peevishly.  “Is that it?”  I had been hoping for something more than a trite phrase.
    “Well, I could reword it if you like, but that might take a while.”
    I looked around the temple and at all the aging acolytes who filled the room.  And then I realized, “They’re waiting for you to reword it, too.  Aren’t they?”
    “Yeah, but there’s plenty of room,” he insisted, trying to make it sound nice.  “I can hook you up with a free bowl of rice every day and on Saturday night there’s the chant-along, that seems to help make the time fly by.  Oh, and on your tenth anniversary, you get a nicely embroidered cushion for your tush.  Of course by then, you’re really going to need it.”
    He might have gone on, but I’ll be honest, I had stopped listening.  I wasn’t about to waste ten years of my life waiting for the Big Guy to come up with some clever rewording of “Seize the Moment” or “Be the Day” or whatever he had in mind.
    Besides, Embracing the Smile That Is The Moment had a sort of ring to it.  It was catchy.  I mean, I could write a book based on that one saying alone and probably make a fortune.  And when you get right down to it, that had a certain undeniable appeal to it, as well.  So without losing a single second more, I jumped to my feet and ran out the door, only pausing ever so briefly at the threshold to cry over my shoulder, “Thanks, dude!”.
    Sometimes when I recall that moment, I think I can remember hearing the Buddha call after me, something about, “Hey!  If you’re make any money on that smile thing, make sure you cut me in on the royalties.”  But over the years, I’ve come to realize that something as materialistic as that doesn’t really seem like something the Buddha would say, now does it?


    Darn tooting!  Sounds a lot more like something your writing partner might say.  You know, he might say something along the lines of “This book wouldn’t be half the book it is without me.  So fair’s fair.  Share the wealth and all that.  Time to sign over one of those royalty checks to your better half, don’t ya think?”


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