What were you doing
three days ago and what will you do three days from now. Are you the same person now as you were, will be?
While your face in the mirrorKoan
seems much the same each day you die a bit each day you are reborn. A thousand days a thousand years a passing moment, how do they differ?
A reflection on Case 68 of the Iron Flute Koans
As you look at him or her
do you see someone with a beauty you only wish you had, or someone you pity for lacking your beauty?
As they look at you
do they see someone with a beauty they only wish they had or someone they pity for lacking their beauty?
When I look at either of you
I see a person like myself, feel neither jealousy or pity for in those emotions the moment is truly wasted.
If Kyosei asks
from where I have come how will I answer him? If he asks where my teacher lives what will I tell him?
Such a fool I am
to wander from there to here from here to another place seeking a path on which I am always standing still. Thirty blows is the least I deserve. But Kyosei withdraws the stick.
A reflection on Case 64 of the Iron Flute Koans
I should stand on the shore
take up a great shell and blow a trumpet song to the whales who stay always just beyond sight. I have no shore on which to stand and had I one, I lack the skill to pluck a song from a shell and so the whales I imagine offshore must listen carefully to the song I cast deep within my dreams.
If you ask how
can one find the way I will take you into the garden to look at the roses. Each rose is of a different size and color, but which is of the right size and which the right shade?
A reflection on Case 71 of the Shobogenzo (Dogen’s True Dharma Eye)
S: What are you doing, for heaven sake? H: Isn’t it obvious, I’m searching for Nirvana, for enlightenment. S: You silly fool, it’s right behind you! H: (turning suddenly) It is not, I would certainly see it. S: You might think so, but it is still right behind you! H: But why, tell me, can’t I see it? S: Because you’re looking for it always peering outward, but if you look inward behind your eyes, you won’t be able to miss it.
I imagine I am the creator
I imagine I am the created and I am the creator and I am the created I am both, I am neither.
I exist because I think I exist
so I have created myself, just as you exist to me because I think you exist, I am creator.
I say I can touch you so you
must exist, but I touch with my mind so I cannot prove your existence only the thought of your existence.
When I die, I will no longer exist,
and you will no longer exist as far as my you is concerned and that is the only you I can know.
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A thousand steps,
one hundred thousand more along the path and the goal seems ever farther away. Stop and rest in perfect stillness. You are there, it has walked with you.
A reflection on Case 86 of the Shobogenzo (Dogen’s True Dharma Eye)
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and Schrodinger’s cat- are they one and the same? Leave the lid on the box of the mind. What is the half life of a thought?
A reflection on Cse 114 of teh Shobogenzo (Dogne’s True Dharma Eye)
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If you toss a stone
into a placid pond the ripples will wash away from the landing spot as so many small waves, and unseen, the area of the pond’s surface will grow imperceptibly.
If you toss a stone
into an vast ocean, the ripples will wash away from the landing spot small unnoticed waves and unseen, the area of the ocean’s surface will grow imperceptibly.
Ask yourself now,
whether you would want to enter the pond or ocean for you are a stone arcing through life.