an old writer and his words

  • SENBAZURU

    The crane stands placidly staring through the window as we earnestly attempt to imitate him, hoping he will honor the effort and not the result. The Master is graceful and we far less so, and out of the corner of my eye I see what could be smile, but could be derision as well, and…

    Lou Faber

  • THREE NOTES FROM THE IRON FLUTE

    MANJUSHRI ENTERS THE GATE  鐵笛倒吹 一  Like Manjushri, stand still outside the gate and listen for the call of Buddha from within.   When he calls, answer but is Buddha inside and you without? There is nothing at all to see, and the gate has fallen from its hinges so answer yourself carefully.    …

    Lou Faber

  • INTERSTICES

    In the interstitial moment between birth and death a universe comes into existence, something that never before existed and existed always, new and well-known, unseen and visible for eternity. Measure it well for it is incapable of measurement, and ends without warning and precisely on schedule. In the momentary breath that marks the transit, we…

    Lou Faber

  • STANDING AT THE GATE: REFLECTIONS ON THE MUMONKON

    Joshu’s Dog                 無門關 一    There is no question nor dog nor Buddha-nature.   There is no thing   In the far corner Joshu barks loudly.   Hyakujo’s Fox             無門關 二     The old, crippled fox crawled slowly from the mouth of the dark cave.   Sidling up to Hayakujo the old monk said to fox, “think…

    Lou Faber

  • Dialogue

    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:…

    Lou Faber