What is it you are looking for,
what you expect to find and how will you know if you find it?
You expected your teacher
to present it to you?
What would you do with it
if you did receive it?
You must first see that you
are both the searcher and the teacher and you already have what you are searching for, for you find things when you stop looking for them.
A reflection on Case 17 of the Book of Equanimity (SHôYôROKU 従容錄)
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Once the winter stars
wrapped in their cloudy shroud shed frozen tears, unwilling to come out of hiding. We searched for them in vain, knowing our failure, retreating to the warmth of home, only to repeat the failed effort on so many other nights.
Now, here, the winter stars
are usually fearless, some drowned by the moon, but she waxes and wanes and they reappear, the brightest never fearing the chilled sky. We stare at them in wonder having forgotten for so many years just how beautiful they can be in their glory.
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In your endless search
for enlightenment, the best course, the only course is to stop looking.
It may strike you,
unexpected or it may arise without your seeing as you continue your practice.
You say there are many Buddhas
and you are correct, but I say there is but one Buddha and I am also correct, and you are that one Buddha and I am that one Buddha as well.
A reflection on case 14 of the Book of Equanimity (SHôYôROKU 従容錄)
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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)
The leaves will soon begin
their descent from the small tree, already brown, their beauty departing before they do so.
They are bilobular, an odd word,
but one that belongs in a poem, even this one it seems, and it is their shape that you first notice.
The tree will all to soon be naked,
branches sticking into the air as if searching for a breath that refuses to arrive.
But we know that soon after
the small buds will open and orchid-like flowers will appear to our all too temporary joy.
You are a searcher, you
look for answers, you look for the right path that will lead you to enlightenment.
You see everything
as black or white, good or bad, right or wrong. You are a master at division.
Stop searching, stop
seeking answers, stop dividing, then sit with Nansen’s cat. That will be enough.
A reflection on case 8 of the Book of Equanimity
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How long have you wandered
always searching for the one answer, the hidden truth that, when revealed to you, will show you enlightenment?
Where have you searched
for this one truth, one that will collapse the past, present and future into a single moment of pure presence which you can grasp and carry with you through life?
Stop and ask the infant
strapped to his mother’s chest, for he has the answer and his silence will speak of it if only you will listen.
A reflection on case 5 of the Book of Equanimity Koans
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Knowing that my
biological parents’ pictures were somewhere in the yearbooks I had before me I thought that I would search without looking at the names.
No one looked
at all like the me I see in the mirror nor the me I am shocked to see in my own yearbook.
Yet finding them
by name I quickly realized that I was their amalgam a face neither would have recognized no matter how small the crowd.
You learn to shop carefully,
always searching for where an item is made, avoiding places you know are not socially responsible.
The search is complicated
by the lack of nearby stores, by the ubiquity of Amazon, by the certainty that the product won’t arrive for some time, and when you find one you like, you scroll down and see the magic buzzword “Imported” and you know from experience that is another way of saying China, and the search goes on.
I never imagined that
the search would take so long or be so difficult.
I never imagined
I had set off seeking the Holy Grail.
It once was easy
I recalled, little searching and plentiful enough.
Now, hours spent
actually wasted, I conceded that it was futile
and went back deep
into time to bring forth what I never imagined
would be so hard
to find, a good, intelligent romantic comedy.