washing dirt in mud

diamonds

 

By even speaking a phrase to you,

I have already doused you with dirty water.

It would be even worse for me to put a twinkle in my eye

and raise my eyebrow to you, or rap on the meditation seat

or hold up a whisk, or demand, “What is this?”

As for shouting and hitting, it’s obvious

that this is just a pile of bones

on level ground.

 

There are also the type

who don’t know good from bad and

ask questions about Buddha and Dharma and Zen

and the Tao. They ask to be helped, they beg to be received,

they seek knowledge and sayings and theories relating to

the Buddhist teaching and to transcending the world

and to accommodating the world. This is washing

dirt in mud and washing mud in dirt —

when will they ever manage

to clear it away?

 

Forget the words and 

embody the meaning.

 

Yuanwu

zen letters

 

don’t linger with what is trivial

pray for the dead

 

Deluded

people fill the world.

If you’re determined to join

the buddhas instead, then

don’t linger with what

is trivial and

shallow.

 

Annihilate ignorance.

Rescue the suffering.

Take up the responsibility

for eliminating all that

obstructs the

Way.

 

Wei wu Wei Ching, Chapter 48

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being in harmony is the true way

arthur morris

 

You disciples and apostles,

you all do the same work, yet you try

to determine who’s above and who’s below.

Each of you thinks you’re special, and in that

vanity you irritate each other mightily.

You think there will not be enough,

so you fight for your portion

like dogs in the street.

 

Being in harmony

is the true way, not this itch

of greed, this constricted stall where

you and other donkeys get beaten with a stick.

Move instead to the praise-place, inside the

mystery, where prayer is unlimited,

and you feel the delight of

giving homage.

 

Bahauddin, father of Rumi

the drowned book