
Master no-mind,
and you live in perfect accord
with all things.

If you live on the breath,
you won’t be tortured by hunger and
thirst, or the longing to touch. The purpose of
being born is fulfilled in the state
between “I am” and
“That”.

The Fifth Ancestor
Daimin Konin wanted to find
his successor. He asked the monks to write
a poem to express their understanding. Jinshu,
the headmonk, wrote the following poem
on the wall in the middle
of the night:
Our body is the bodhi tree,
our mind a mirror bright.
Carefully wipe then hour by hour,
and let no dust alight.
When Eno saw this
next day, he said to the monk
standing next to him, “I too have a poem.
Since I am illiterate, would you
write it down for me?”
There is no bodhi tree,
nor stand of a mirror bright.
Since all is void,
where can the dust alight?
When Konin saw this, he
knew the author had the understanding
he was looking for, and he recognized Eno as
his dharma heir and hence the
Sixth Ancestor.
branching streams flow in the darkness

Frankly speaking,
you simply must manage
to keep concentrating even in the midst
of clamor and tumult, acting as though there were not
a single thing happening, penetrating all the way through from
the heights to the depths. You must become perfectly complete,
without any shapes or forms at all, without wasting effort,
yet not inhibited from acting. Whether you speak
or stay silent, whether you get up
or lie down, it is never
anyone else.
Awareness
is inherently pure like
the empty sky. Stress, annoyance,
and anger can temporarily
occupy its space but can
never pollute
it.