
If you ask
your teacher
to show you the Dharma
he will look
at you and remain
silent.
If you ask
nothing
of your teacher
he will
show you
the whole
of the Dharma.
A reflection on Case 33 of the Book of Equanimity (Shoyoroku 従容錄)
Yesterday is but a shadow
and tomorrow an illusion.
Do not wallow in the mud
of attempted memory, do
not sink in the mire
of deluded anticipation.
Stop, listen to the sun
and the moon sing
of the Dharma, hear
the silence it brings
for you are alive
in this moment,
and there is
no other moment
in which you can live.
A reflection on Case 3 of the Blue Cliff Record (Hekiganroku 碧巌録)
On the path you
may choose to ask
your teacher to give you
the heart of the dharma.
Accept his silence
and carry it with you
for it is the seed
from which the great lotus
will arise.
Peer within it
and see nothing at all
and cherish the gift
of the heart of the Buddha.
A reflection on Case 1 of the Blue Cliff Record (Hekiganroku 碧巌録)
How often have I seen something
like WWBD – what would Buddha do –
but lately I’ve stopped
to think about that.
What if old Gautama Siddhartha
were to arrive here, now,
what would the Buddha do
in a world gone wholly mad?
Would he bother with sutras,
bother with teishos to the few
still willing to listen, or would
he check himself into a good
psychiatric facility where
he would be left alone
most of the time, to just sit
and contemplate how it is still
possible to find the emptiness
of the five skandhas and easily
sunder the bonds of suffering
if they think you crazy,
and just where does all that
leave the rest of us, pray tell?
It was simple by definition
a neat orderly universe, but then
a Big Bang and all of the planning
went out in a monumental flash.
He could easily have corrected it
a simple thought would have
done the trick, but He made the rules
so He had no choice but to abide by them.
It was truly a godly mess, He
would be the first to admit it
had there been anyone to whom
He might admit it, but that lot
on Olympus were a poor joke,
and had long since ceased
to serve any purpose at all
save taking up library space.
So things were banged about, things
blew up spectacularly, things
disappeared entirely, and he
was left to practice meditation.