Sometimes I feel as if the Zen master is blasting roadblocks into my neural pathways and requiring me to cut a new track through the jungle.
I stand there like an idiot, my parang (machete) dangling from my hand. I have the proper tool. My parang is sharp from continual honing! But seeing the roadblock, I hesitate. I — I hesitate. My hand and the parang know exactly what to do. Start hacking that underbrush!
But the mind wants to analyze. The mind assesses all the 10 directions and tries to evaluate the best one. Thence comes confusion and indecision. Second-guessing. Doubt. Clouds obscure the clear, clear sky.
Only go straight!