It is a common view that mindfulness is thinking—Now I’m walking. Now I’m talking. Now I’m not walking or talking, but just standing. Now I’m sitting down... It is just like a running BBC commentary. But, as a matter of fact, words cannot describe these things. Words can never describe what you do when you walk. There is only the actual living experience. If you say ‘walk’, does that mean the toe comes down first, the heel comes down first, or the foot comes down flat? The living experience is awareness of it all, but words can never describe it.
Mindfulness in words—trying to make an internal commentary of what one is doing—is just a kind of illusion. It can be compared to putting into words something that cannot be put into words, and that is not at all what is meant by mindfulness. The best example that I know is in relation to music.
One of the reasons that people are so powerfully moved by music is that it does not have words. There are no words to describe, say, a study by Chopin. Suppose you try to describe the ‘Revolutionary Study’ in words: There is a crash, then a growl down the scale, and then up the scale, and then down … Actually, there are no adequate words to describe it. Many things in art can be put into words, but in music there are no words at all to describe it. This is one of the reasons it is so powerful.
Musicians themselves have words. When musicians hear music they automatically score the main theme in their heads, and if they have perfect pitch, they are uneasy until they have fixed it as A or B flat. They have words for the ‘Revolutionary’; they would say: It starts with a dominant seventh chord on G but in the first inversion, then there is a series of four-note descending passages, also the dominant with a leading-note accidental, and then there is a tremolo in the bass C and G. So, there is something that they can say, but it doesn’t really describe the music.
This can shed light on Buddhist teaching in practice because here too, in fact, there are no words. Musicians know, practitioners know, but trying to formulate it in words is not much better than trying to describe the ‘Revolutionary Study’ in words.
We can learn other things from music. You do not hang on to a chord, however beautiful. You do not regret the end of a piece of music. The piece is played and comes to a natural end. In the same way, a life is played.
In Beethoven’s Sonata 107, the variations get higher and higher, faster and faster, but at the end of the rushing demisemiquavers, suddenly, the score says quasi-religioso, as if religious, and then comes a very, very quiet restatement of the theme, and it ends in silence.
We do not feel: Oh, how tragic! All those wonderful notes, that tremendous dexterity, the speed, and now all he can play is this simple theme. No, this is part of the sonata; it is not something to be regretted.
We are not supposed to give personal reminiscences in judo, but just as an example, I will tell you. I have been in the Guinness Book of Records. It was an enormous effort. Judo is very useful if you practise for up to four or five years. It tells you what to do if people start pushing; it tells you how to move the furniture and how to use your body generally. However, in the higher levels you practise special speed, balance, and dexterity in very rare techniques which are devised to overcome opponents who are also practising special speed, balance and dexterity in very rare techniques, and whom you never meet except on the contest mat.
The whole situation is entirely artificial. I suppose it does keep one fit, but fit for what? Nothing really. It takes all your time. It is nice to have your picture in the Guinness Book of Records, but it is nothing, it is absolutely unreal. Since the time I have not been able to move energetically, I get much more done. I am not spending hours each day cultivating something artificial. People think, How sad! He was so fit and well. Now he can’t even walk thirty yards. No, it’s much better now. I am not restless; I am not always wanting to jump over something. I can sit and study, write or think.
Mindfulness from the Old Zen Master
© Trevor Leggett