an old writer and his words

  • REFLECTIONS

    You believe this is how, and where, it begins, but that is only your conception of it. You believe the mirror shows your face each morning, but it is merely polished glass, and you mind sees what it perceives to be you in the glass, while the glass is empty. It has no real beginning,…

    Lou Faber

  • REVEAL

    You will, or may see something today that may surprise you. It may reveal itself in a quiet moment, it may be nothing more than a fleeting thought or image, which you are at first uncertain. There won’t be Magi not even magic, though on reflection, it may seem somehow magical. It will happen openly,…

    Lou Faber

  • RUYGE’S ULTIMATE STAGE鐵笛倒吹 二十八

      If you answer the question I will ask you another each more difficult. If you enter a room and catalog its contents there will always be a door leading to yet another room, another inventory to be taken to determine what is there and what is missing. It is only when you enter an…

    Lou Faber

  • INFINITY

    A three year old can easily understand that a full cup can hold nothing  but an empty cup has an infinite capacity.

    Lou Faber

  • A BUDDHA SPEAKS

    A three year old can easily understand that a full cup can hold nothing more but an empty cup has an infinite capacity.

    Lou Faber

  • CUP OF TEA 沙石集 一

    When the cup is half full what more can be added? In the garden, the moon can exist in a full cup or one only half full. It is the empty cup that can hold entire universes, infinite in capacity. A reflection on Case 1 of the Shasekishu (Sand and Pebbles)

    Lou Faber

  • GENSHA’S BLANK PAPER 鐵笛倒吹 四十九

    If you ask me to write on paper all that I know of zen I will hand to you three empty sheets. Study them carefully for upon them the Dharma waits to be seen. I will draw you a circle almost complete a bounded space having neither inside nor outside, another gateless gate. A reflection…

    Lou Faber

  • GOING OVER THE BLUE CLIFF: HEKIGANROKU CASE 4

    TE SHAN CARRIES HIS BUNDLE Walking in the room you cast your eyes about, looking for something, although you cannot say what it is that you look for, and you cannot believe you will not find it, for you think you will know what it is only when you see it. The person who sees…

    Lou Faber