© Arthur Hagopian 2017
Gentle Rain
A pot of Zen
A pot of Zen, with liberal sprinklings of Sufism and Christian Mysticism, and a soupcon of Science Fiction   (But, in truth, nothing more than an irreverent paean of Zen)     It has been said that Zen began, or was born, with a  smile.     It was inevitable.  For unlike many other religions, philosophies and ways of life, it understands the  game, if not the meaning, of life, and can sit back and smile with gratification and irony, and perhaps,  some sadness.     For when all is said and done, it is a sad game. The Japanese poet Issa said it for all of us, in his haiku:  "Ours is a world of suffering, even if cherry-blossoms bloom."     In a world where we can see no purpose or meaning to our existence, and in an age and time when values no longer seem to count, in a world that is blatantly materialistic and, therefore, perennially greedy and unhappy, Zen provides an avenue of sanity and, if you want, hope for the helpless creatures that crawl on the surface of a doomed planet, endlessly going nowhere, grabbing at straws to save themselves from drowning, and crying in thirst in the midst of the water.     This is where Zen comes in, shattering all bonds with its brazen radiance and giving us a foretaste of absolute, unconditional emancipation, the kind we only entertain in dreams.     This is the freedom of Adam and Eve before they tasted of the Fruit of the Tree of Knowledge, before they stumbled into the mire of dichotomy that sets good against evil.