goose in a bottle

goose in a bottle

i recently stumbled again upon the old zen riddle of the goose in the bottle:

a long time ago a man kept a goose in a bottle. it grew larger & larger until it could not get out. the man did not want to break the bottle, nor wish to hurt the goose; how would you get it out?

if you’re unfamiliar with koans, as you can see above, they deal with an impossible impasse, where you must make a decision which will lead to no good end. one of the characters or objects is usually imprisoned or dangling from their teeth & should they answer the question inevitably posed to them while they teeter between dangle & mashed limbs, they will plunge to a messy end. no doubt in this koan we are the goose & the bottle is either our illusions or neuroses getting the better of us. managing to answer in a way that zings in your head  lightens you, it is a little bit of satori, not all satori, but enough for things to aum.

i am writing this as i recall reading it years ago in d.t suzuki’s essays on zen & though entertaining it for as long as my undeveloped mind could i never came up with a satisfying answer, but i did come up with one the other day.

more than this i was curious how people respond to this riddle, can you be as zen as possible & give a satorical answer, or like me will you have to let it foment for nearly a decade? send me your answers to satisfy my curiosity, please.

 

 

 

 

 

 

a penny for your thoughts

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s