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Every time I let go of the mooring in my small boat, I feel a sensation of complete freedom. The process of 'letting go' is an anxious one, but ultimately liberating. This feeling inspired the drawing above.
A sketch using ink and charcoal on paper.
I am also reminded of a zen Buddhist koan, called Muddy Road, which my father told me.
A Zen Buddhist Koan
Tanzan and Ekido were once traveling together down a muddy road.
A heavy rain was still falling.
Coming around a bend, they met a lovely girl in a silk kimono and sash, unable to cross the intersection.
"Come on, girl" said Tanzan at once. Lifting her in his arms, he carried her over the mud.
Ekido did not speak again until that night when they reached a lodging temple. Then he no longer could restrain himself.
"We monks don't go near females," he told Tanzan, "especially not young and lovely ones. It is dangerous. Why did you do that?"
"I left the girl there," said Tanzan. "Are you still carrying her?"