This morning, after a gust of rain last night, I walked around in community fresh smelling garden. There were several gardeners who were going to plant something new, as I saw. They've tried 3 to 5 kinds of plants on this piece of soil, and all of them grew well! Besides appreciation to these gardeners, I think, I should also thank the soil.
Soil has no fixed body; it consists of endless dust with some other varied types of elements. It gives completely what it preserved to whatever grows in it. It refreshes everyday with the changing of nature, including the plants growing in it.
Our mind is the same as soil, there's no differentiation for any mental form’s arising, which depends on what the mind preserved before and the conditions in the current moment. And both “the preserved” and “the current condition” are refreshing all the time, including the manifestation at the moment.
So there's no bad soil or good mind, they are just “it is what it is” at that moment. And there's full of probability of either becoming “good” or manifesting “bad”. This is what the ancient Zen master called “no mind”, which means “an independent mind never exists”.
The soil was filled with many reed-like plants when I passed by in the afternoon. They looked slim and tenderly green, which brought more freshness and joy. Haha, There's something new in the garden, and the mind is the same as what it is…