The universe
and I are of the same root.
The myriad things and I are
one body. That is
zazen.
Kodo Sawaki Roshi
Posts Tagged → oneness
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
serene and free at all times
People who study the Way begin by having the faith to turn toward it. They are fed up with the vexations and filth of the world and are always afraid they will not be able to find a road of entry into the Way.
Once you have been directed by a teacher or else discovered on your own the originally inherently complete real mind, then no matter what situations or circumstances you encounter, you know for yourself where it’s really at.
But then if you hold fast to that real mind, the problem is you cannot get out, and it becomes a nest. You set up “illumination” and “function” in acts and states, snort and clap and glare and raise your eyebrows, deliberately putting on a scene.
When you meet a genuine expert of the school again, he removes all this knowledge and understanding for you, so you can merge directly with realization of the original uncontrived, unpreoccupied, unminding state. After this you will feel shame and repentance and know to cease and desist. You will proceed to vanish utterly, so that not even the sages can find you arising anywhere, much less anyone else.
That is why Yantou said, “Those people who actually realize it just keep serene and free at all times, without cravings, without dependence.” Isn’t this the door to peace and happiness?”
allow things to abide in your heart
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.