The universe
and I are of the same root.
The myriad things and I are
one body. That is
zazen.
Kodo Sawaki Roshi
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the struggle with this enemy
While the unawakened soul
thinks that it is his neighbor or his relation
who is his enemy, the awakened soul says, ‘It is my self;
my ignorant ego is my enemy; and it is the struggle
with this enemy that will bring me light and
raise me from the denseness
of the earth.’
jacob wrestling with the angel
let your eyes get clear enough
Having anxieties and feeling sad
about being alive is like piling black mud
and garbage on your head. The mud slides over
your eyes and the rubbish infects them. You can’t
see and you get sick. Everyone does this at some
time. Try to stop doing it. Let your eyes get
clear enough to see the beauty
around you.
O giver of worriedness and grief,
remove me from my being. Give me the peace
of not-being. This prayer, if you can pray it, will wash
the mud off your head. There is a beloved who pours muddy
water over the head of the lover, and there is a lover who
says, I cannot see you with my eyes, but the drops
of muddy water on my eyelashes are filled
with the rose of your face.
looking for nothing in particular
Looking for
nothing in particular,
wholly without ambition,
good-naturedly doing not doing,
you arrive at the center of yourself
and find the whole universe
waiting there.
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they see the divine in all forms
In the East,
when we speak of saints
or sages, it is not because of their
miracles, it is because of their presence
and their countenance which radiate vibrations
of love. How does this love express itself? In tolerance,
in forgiveness, in respect, in overlooking the faults of others.
Their sympathy covers the defects of others as if they were
their own; they forget their own interest in the interest
of others. They do not mind what conditions they are
in; be they high or humble, their foreheads are
smiling. To their eyes everyone is the
expression of the Beloved, whose
name they repeat. They see the
divine in all forms and
in all beings.