Mizuta Masahidi wrote:
“Now that my hut
has burned down, I have
a better view of the moon.”
I have pondered these words for several months and believe that the hut, the
shell we live in, created and built by our past, places a veil across our
ability to see the clarity of our daily moments. The hut is always with
us. It is a backpack, heavy with history that weighs down our decisions, and
prevents us from achieving our goals. It allows us to feel inferior to some, and
superior to others. It sets up our good and bad prejudices for people and
situations. It is unforgiving and omnipresent in our lives. The ubiquity of the
past becomes our present slowly and steadily stealing away our ability to live
a full life.
I think I have built some windows and doors in my hut. I get to see the moon,
although sometimes it is eclipsed by the clouds, my past and my prejudices. It
is important to see how the windows appear. The once obscure view blocked with my feelings and perceptions of inadequacies, is now replaced with the confidence and clarity which comes with maturity; the ability to understand that my karma is how I respond to the actions and behaviors of others.
I accept my imperfections, my past and the hurtful words I have spoken. For too
long my mistakes defined me. I never allowed my mistakes to help me discover
that I have grown because of them and not in spite of them. They have torn down
the walls, carved windows and doors and given me insight into the person I am.
Yet, even though the view is clearer, the path I travel is denser, filled with the ability to see each tree in the forest.
Mizuta Masahidi wrote:
“Now that my hut
has burned down, I have
a better view of the moon.”
Thank you Mizuta Masahidi for those insightful words. The moon shines in my hut and lights my path as I travel deeper into the forest.
