nothing is problematic

jenny holzer

 

The purpose and

result of quietly observing

the self is to forget the self. When

the mind is seen for what it is and

fascination with its activities

dissipates, reality, which

was always present,

appears.

 

It is at

this point that we

understand that nothing

is problematic and life

becomes thoroughly

enjoyable.

 

Wei wu Wei Ching, Chapter 46

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see also

The I Ching, or Book of Changes

Hexagram 46, Sheng / Pushing Upward

 

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being still, there is no seeking

a very simple affair

 

Repeatedly

undergoing birth and death

is just due to grasping at objects.

When we reflect back on the mind that

grasps at objects, we see that the real identity

of mind is originally pure. Within this purity, grasping

mind does not exist. Within nirvana, fundamentally

there are no thoughts moving; the movement

is ever still. Being still, there is

no seeking.

 

Records of the Teachers and Students of the Lanka

full text here

 

a golden dragon indeed

national treasury of japan

 

If once you can

go through the Cloud-pass,


Then South, North, East, West,


you can go freely in any direction.


Resting at night, travelling by day,


all subject or object forgotten.


Wherever you plant your foot, 


there is purity and coolness.


Go through the Cloud pass 
and

there is no more the old road.


The sky is blue and the sun bright,


the mountains are your home.


The wheel of the world turning and changing,


hard for men to attain truth!


But he who moves through it with folded hands,


is noble ~ a golden dragon indeed.
 

Daitō Kokushi

more daito

 

this morning I felt strong and jaunty

a buddha was born

 

This morning

I felt strong and jaunty in my

mail order Israeli commando trousers.

Up at Hard Luck Ranch I spoke to the ravens

in baritone, fed the cats with manly gestures.

Acacia thorns can’t penetrate these mighty pants,

then out by the corral the infant pup began

to weep, abandoned. In an instant

I became another of the

Earth’s billion sad

mothers.

 

Jim Harrison

all are worthy