Many would say
I think therefore I am and it is only death that takes away all thought and so to walk deeply along the Path, all that is required is to truly live the Way by allowing the mind to die.
A reflection on case 62 of Dogen’s Shobogenzo Koans (True Dharma Eye)
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You wanted a zen moment,
more than one actually, but were not sure where to look.
You wandered about
looking for the right path said you never found it.
no zen moment, there is no right path
this path this moment only.
She walked in,
lit a small candle then she left and we watched as the light grew still stronger lighting freedom’s path.
There was the collectivist period,
those years when I wanted a copy of every book on Buddhism I could locate, a full and nearly complete library, sutras and philosophical discourses included.
There was the moment when I
realized the absurdity of all that, the attachment to texts to enable me to find the ability to practice non-attachment, and I gave the books away, and finally set off on the path the books only poorly described.
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In crossing the event horizon
dualities collapse and crumble. God and Satan are again merged into a unity, pressed into diamond its glint that of a thousand suns.
We follow as we must, for now
there is neither good nor evil, there merely is, and we have found the path we have been seeking on the road to our sigularity.
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He loved walking around the small lake. He could make a circuit in just under 40 minutes. If. If he didn’t stop to marvel at or photograph some bird along the shore. The runners flashing by him gave him strange looks, likely because they didn’t see the beauty in this bird’s feathers, how the light played off that bird’s beak. He was a runner once, until his knees gave out. But he can’t remember much of the paths he ran, just moment after moment of what was on the ground in front of him.
As you search
through the Dharma what is it you hope to find?
When you ask your teacher
to explain the Dharma, what do you expect him to tell you?
Do you cling to Dharma
because it is there, unchanging, a guide to the end of your search?
Better to live the precepts
fully, present in every moment, waking, working, eating and even sleeping for then the path rolls out before you.
A reflection on Case 12 of the Book of Equanimity (従容錄, Shōyōroku)
As you wander
your path, what is it that you search for?
When you seek
instruction from a master what is it you expect him to provide you?
When you sit
still on the cushion you may find a moment of kensho, but labeling that moment destroys it.
be described for attaching words brings it to the ground as rubble around your feet.
A reflection on Case 11 of the Book of Equanimity (SHôYôROKU 従容錄)
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They sit or stand patiently
on the jetty, a concrete path jutting out into the ocean.
The old timers have two
lines out, bait bucket sitting in the bicycle-wheeled cart parked on the edge of the jetty’s bouldered margin.
You don’t ask what they’ve
caught, that would be obvious, and you know they are here for the act of fishing, and the catch is that there never is the expectation of one.
When, on the path,
you com across a problem you cannot solve you may turn to your teacher and ask for the solution.
Do not expect
an answer for your teacher has none, but if you listen carefully to his silent breath in and out, he will lead you to the answer.
A reflection on Casew 10 of the Book of Equanimity (SHôYôROKU 従容錄)
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