Fugueh Gotimo was a Japanese Zen master of the 13 century.
He used to walk the same path to his market store each and every day, where he would work until late, and then he would walk back home once again.
Day after day, six days a week, for years and years, he carried out this daily ritual. Why it must have been for at least twenty years that he had been doing this, he had thought only recently to himself.
He had a friend who would walk with him, and so help him in his small store, during the busy day.
For the friend though, these journey’s were so boring and monotonous and repetitive for him, that each day on the journey, he would just talk. He talked and talked about anything and everything, often repeating himself from day to day and without even really realising that this was happening.
He was trying to break the monotony of the long walk with the monotony of his talking. But he hadn’t realised that this was in fact what he was doing.
So Fugueh used to walk silently, while his friend would always talk the whole journey about one thing or another.
Then one day, after many years of this continuing friendship. Fugueh asked Gilme a question.
He simply said now to Gilme, his friend of so many long years of association.
“What were you talking to me about last week, my good friend?”
Gilme of course could not remember, as he always just talked for talking’s sake, and so he never much remembered anything that he had said during these daily walks to the market. Each walk took at least one hour in the morning, and another hour coming home at night.
Fugueh then said to Gilme:
“Well, it is usually good to remember what you say, as what you say is never unimportant.”
The rest of the walk, Gilme was completely silent.
And the next day as well, and the next, until the end of the week came along again.
On the last day of the week, while walking home again together, Fugueh spoke once again, and this time he said to Gilme something like this:
“Speaking should be only given to one who listens, and only if the one that listens can also speak.”
And at the beginning then of the next week, Gilme who had thought over these comments all weekend, said to Fugueh.
“Well said. I’m a talker, but your a philosopher. Your a listener, and I’m just a speaker. Is that what you meant to tell me? I will not talk idly to you ever again, my dear friend, for you have taught me a great and most valuable lesson.”
Fugueh just smiled as he replied:
“But to speak is never wrong my friend. It is the words that are important, and you must continually watch your words, so that they will then watch you.”
Gilme liked the way that Fugueh put his wisdom into seemingly paradoxical, and so often into such meaningless sounding statements.
And he realised the real meaning now instantly.
Even the words were not so as important as the message behind the words. The real message was only received by the listener when it was allowed to be given in such a way that was directly spirited from that person’s heart, rather than from their thoughts only just washing themselves out to someone without any real meaning.
An idle thought brings an idle person with it, and a heart felt thought brings forth the connection to the heart, that the speaker should always be trying to bring to the listener.
And so Gilme realised that he needed to speak more from his heart to the heart of the other person, and that idle thoughts so often only ever took him away from his heart, and also from most of his listeners, unless of course, they were enlightened listeners, like Fugueh was.
From that day onwards, even though the journey was still monotonously boring to him, he never allowed his conversation to be monotonously only flowing forth from his mouth and from an empty mind.
He always tried to allow it to all go through his heart first. He knew now that an empty mind, though good in meditation, could sometimes act as a vacuum in his real life. Instead of appreciating the silence, he had to monotonously fill it with the noise going on within his own mind.
The problem was that his mind never seemed to empty itself of these idle thoughts. One thoughtless thought always leads to another. Fugueh was trying to show Gilme the value of mindfulness, and of inner awareness.
The enlightened and aware are never bored by life.
Love is creative in all that it does. Love is never monotonous. Love never repeats itself. Love is never the same love each time that you experience it. Love grows into its own wisdom even as the experiences grow from living within it.
Boredom simply arises from fear. This fear is a fear of loving. You are stopping yourself from loving enough, that it then stops you also in the following of the creativeness of your own soul’s purpose along your own unique life path.
Gilme still had to realise that these same thoughts and awareness about monotony also applied to all of his life, and even to his repeating of this journey that they made together each day and every day.
It was obvious that Fugueh had never felt this journey as being monotonous, and it seemed like that it was forever fresh and new to him. He actually looked forward to these morning and afternoon walks more and more, each new day of his life.
Even Fugueh was still growing though, and although he was considered a master by some, he himself had never said this about himself. He knew that each day was a new experience, and a new beginning, and a renewed chance, and a new opportunity for him to grow and to improve his own self and consciousness as well, even more.
Fugueh knew that there is always another step to take on every path. The journey is unending. We grow into greater and greater understanding of love and how it fits into life every moment of life that we live. The journey is to see love in every event, and to realise that it is always a new seeing, of a new love.
Gilme had also learnt much in this last week, and he knew now that true communication is never monotonous in any way.
Actually he had already learnt all of this already in his heart too, over the years from his associating with Fugueh. Being in Fugueh’s presence seemed to have this affect on all others. They suddenly one day became aware of what they already really knew within their own souls as their own truth.
Gilme just had to make these last few connections, and then an awareness jump to perhaps a whole new level of consciousness, would then spontaneously occur once when the timing was now right.
Fugueh had of course known all of this already himself, and had been watching, and closely observing his friend silently within his own heart. And now that the time was right at last, he had voiced his own simple and truthful comments directly from his own heart to Gilme.
Real and true communication brings insight and clarity, and is more about listening to what is not being said by the talking and the speaker, but that which is being said or communicated underneath the actual talking, and from heart to heart.
Talking is mind to mind, communication is heart to heart.
Yes, communication is not just about talking. and talking is not communicating, unless the heart is behind it.
Love must be the real message in all communication. Love is the silent partner of good listening and good communicating. More is always said in the silent connection of two hearts, than by the noisy connection of two minds.
Monotony is about repetition. You live from past patterning’s, and so you then only see them, those same old patterns and the conditions caused by them, playing out to yourself again and again and again, within your everyday life.
As soon as you have noticed a feeling of boredom or monotony of living creeping into your daily life, realise this then right away, that you are probably following again some fixed patterns and ways of thinking, or even following your own beliefs only blindly.
If you look carefully into this boredom, you will always find that you have lost some love for living. There is no boredom of living when you live fully from only love.
When you live in the real moment of now, now is always fresh, and new, and spontaneously lived. This is achieved through the awareness of this particular moment, and it is achieved by not allowing the moment to ever be taken away from you, by thoughts of the future, or by any other thoughts chaining you back to your past.
Let it all go, and be here now, and your life will always be a new life, and each moment will be a new moment in your life. Now is all that exists with oneness. If you feel monotony, you are not living fully in this moment of now.
Love is always like this, and love lives only in the moment and for each moment.
We need to get back to our heart, and allow the love to come out, and so connect us again to now. We should let those tired old monotonous thoughts drift far away to the shores of the past or the future, even as you live on the island of now, now within the sea of love.
Love is a silent partner of truth, and truth communicates itself from the heart as truth. But the mind only talks and see truth as facts, and so it can only know truth as a dead truth.
Enlightenment must come from love which is alive, and from its clear communication of your truth that is coming to you from your own heart, and which must then stop to listen to itself, or to soul, even as it beats out its message of love to you to hear.
And all of this Gilme now realised.
It was true of course, that he had already known all of this in his heart from walking those many years with Fugueh, and who had planted his own silentness in Gilme’s heart a long time ago, and by his own silent example.
There was far more to it all than just this though. It really all happened as a result of Fugueh being so alive within the moment and always so full of love, which Gilme could always feel, and this was why he had really always loved his daily walks with the master. But he had never known why he had felt this way over all of those long years, until now.
It just took the right time for Gilme to cease the constant chattering of his mind. He needed time to allow all of this silent teaching that Fugueh had given him, and that had now grown to a great wisdom inside of him, to emerge from his own silence.
He could then at long last sink back down again to his own heart in order for his heart to now lift him back up again towards love. The mind although seemingly higher than the heart can never achieve this connection, and really is always blocking the connection by its monotonous repeating of its own beliefs and thoughts, and its programming from your past.
As soon as Gilme was silent, his real wisdom was allowed to start communicating itself to him. His heart had always contained it, and it’s true that it had always been open for him. He had never allowed himself to fully connect to it before though, because of the constant business of his own mind trying to remove the monotonous boredom from his life, and that never really existed in his life at any time, except for being in his own mind.
Gilme knew this now, and so his walks with Fugueh were never again so monotonous for him. Life is never monotonous. It is only monotonous when it reflects our own monotonous life, and beliefs, and thoughts back to us.
And it only does this so that we can hopefully observe ourselves and find ourselves in this mirror at first, but to then try to get us to reverse this process, and so that we then reflect our own love, and give our heart back to the whole world again.
In this way we finally find that perhaps then the world will often reflect back to us that it thinks us to be a master now.
But then as Fugueh knows, this too is only a reflection and we are no more a master than the World that we live in. We are all only ever as we are, and all is as perfect as it should always rightfully be. And this is never ever monotonous, unless we ourselves are the ones to be seeing it in that way.
It takes a master to still be able to find variety within nothing, while at the same time to not ever be able to find monotony within anything.