beutiful vs. ugly
I struggle a little with the idea of "not judging". What happens with the very, very beautiful things like listening to the sun bear concert from Keith Jarrett after 50 years doing zazen?
I listened yesterday after my evening sitting to that and I felt wounderful and connected with everything. It was taking me in a sort of happyness I often feel when I listen to certain records. My "one eye" enjoyed.
The second eye.......
Without judging there is no ugly and no beauty?