I was always interested in the principles of Zen through the writings of authors like Hesse, Huxley, Kerouac and the Beat Poets; and more recently Alan Watts. In the early 70’s, I traveled across the country with nothing but a backpack and a few dollars in my pocket, hopping boxcars and hitchhiking wherever the road or the rails would take me.
Without association to a Buddhist sect, I’m at a loss what to call my states of Satori—Zen? Buddhism? Yoga? Mindfulness? These are mere labels.
Intuitive enlightenment is the Buddha nature in all of us. We see it in the baseball pitcher who dusts his shoe with his glove then sends a beautiful curve ball across the plate; the worker who scrubs the floor while humming in contentment; the taxi driver who cuts through impossible traffic and tells his story without missing a turn, smiling and tooting his horn.
I attempt here to put into words a place it has taken me a lifetime of trial and error to get to, sharing this unique insight with those who travel the same road. I know nothing of tradition or sacred texts. I just happily meditate my way through life. Satori