like a salad

“Like Vimalakirti she shuts her mouth, following the old way. All day long, she sits within the gate. She does not tell anyone her inner treasure….When she sees the Blue Mountain through her veranda, and recognizes it, she feels she has spoken too much.” – Ross Bolleter, “Dongshan’s Five Ranks.”

In other words, like Uncle Buck, I have zipped closed my mouth and tossed away the key.

Tossed.

Over and over and over, a powerful internal inclination to keep quiet.