rivers into islands

rivers into islands

Thursday, July 27, 2017

Zen Ocean

Fallen Upside Down In An Ocean


Zen's perspective on the condition of self is oceanic.  

So, water, rooster, house, baby, martini are all ocean. 

There is no valid he she or it or you. 

So fallen upside-down in ocean is what occurs with zen realization. 

This falling upside-down is not "help, help."  

“Self” disappears into ocean.  

It is a wondrous thing where every thing is very real, not lost in a mystical cloud.   


Clouds, moon, grass are experienced as facets of a jeweling.

Tuesday, May 23, 2017

Not On TV

Modern civilization is largely devoted to the pursuit of the cult of delusion.  There is not general information about the nature of mind.  It is hardly eve written about by writers or intellectuals; modern philosophers do not speak of it directly; the majority of scientists deny it could possibly be there at all.  It plays no part in popular culture: no one sings about it, no one talks about it in plays, and it’s not on TV.  We are actually educated into believing that nothing is real beyond what we can perceive with our ordinary senses.
Sogyal Rinpoche

Thursday, May 18, 2017

Wonderment


Lance Kinseth, 2017

A PERCEPTION OF “the many as one” can be broadly understood.  In A Sense Of Wonder, Rachel Carson brings the reader into the wonder of place--the starry night and the ocean’s edge, and you cannot help but feel a sense of wonder.  There is a landscape of wonderment that is within the everyday, that is unhidden.  This holistic aspect of being-ness has expression in science, in ecology and cosmology where forests express trees and deer and squirrels down to minute micro-ecologies of skin and leaf and forest being an expression of Earth and stars and galaxies and beyond.  And wonderment has esoteric expression in spirituality and philosophy as well.  Such perceptions of wonderment are experienced as real, integrative and, sometimes, as ecstatic. 

Zen is different in that it doesn’t attend to this holistic perception, nor does it seek to perceive the many as one.  Rather, as Dogen Ekaku emphasized, Zen is “the study of self.”  Zen’s “study” of self is an emptying of perception rather than a contemplation of landscape or analysis of a nature restricted to the boundaries of one’s body.  There is just sensation, and an effort not to label this experience, and to be in a reality of ”just this.”  

Why do this?  Zen can be a way or path of not labeling experience more than an interpretation. This, in itself, is enough of a practice.  Still, why do this?  There is more.

This practice may open an experience of self that is not anticipated, but that is reality and it may feel, at first, like the actualization of the above experience of wonderment and it is.  Still, there is more than the possibility of a conceptual breakthrough. To “let go,” dropping into a oceanus of change and flow, “self-nature” can change. There ma be a less-common sort of “Einstein-like” breakthrough shift in the experience of “self”--an “awakening”--that opens a new sense of wonderment.  Rather than self-in-landscape, there may be a direct experience of self-as-landscape that is infinite.  

And the payoff of this possibility of self-as-landscape exploded a practice that was carried forward for centuries in Buddhism and that has come to be termed “Zen” was a psycho-spiritual end to an illusion of “suffering.”  

Daily predicaments and needs continue after this transformative shift.  There was no attainment of a state of all-knowing and specialness.  This experience is quite remarkable--”wondrous”--in the dropping away of suffering, but it is almost invisible in human culture.  

In this sensate experience of self, there is, for example, no birth or death. Birthdates and funerals continue, and yet there is no birth or death.  Each person and every event is unborn.  Conceptually, how could this be?  And yet, here it is as a drop into a reality of “true-self” and/or “true-home.”

This is another wonderment that is not all-knowing, bliss or ecstasy, but that is graced and complete and simply, real.


Facing death in hospice, An-liu suddenly broke through it and there was no death, no suffering, no end and no birth, and “just this.”

Thursday, January 26, 2017

Who Am I


 a computer generated model of the migration of the tectonic plates 
one-hundred million years in the future

ONE-HUNDRED MILLION years ahead--when “you” drops away, this is “you.”  You do not die because you were not born.

One-hundred million years past, when “you” drops away, this is “you.”

One-hundred million years ahead and one-hundred million years ago are in each moment.  There is no coming and going, no vast or small.  When the sparrow dies and the tree falls, when the sun vanishes and Earth dissipates into the universe, this universe is “you,” “sparrow,” “tree,” “one-hundred million years.”

In a handshake there is a contact sensation in that moment.  Perhaps a tree in the garden or a bird’s chirp or the clack of a stone swept by a broom and falling on the brick pathway.  In a bow, an intentional action in that moment.  Everything is solidly real, a pipe and a rice cake and even a picture of a pipe and a rice cake.  A sparrow flits down to a bird feeder.  This sparrow is you and I.  This sparrow is the tree and the sun and the seed.  Why so much misinterpretation of these occurrences, these currents?

When you see the sparrow and tree and the you and the I and the sun and the seed, there is still nothing fixed to pin your hopes on, no place for dust to alight.  

One-hundred million years ahead, your body and a moment are this one-hundred million years ahead so that 100,000,000 + 1 body + one moment = 0.  

What is this?  Perhaps ten fingers named “yours” + 1000 trees and 2500 ants and seven stones named “not yours” = 0. 

Upanishadist Brahman, Chinese tao, Western cosmos = “you.” And hearing stone’s clack or bird song or listening for sound of single hand, all of a sudden seeing sound:
black crow on ice, cinnamon squirrel in snow in “1992 “ that is one-hundred million years from now.

self
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letting go of mental current of self
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then actualized by the “10,000” things
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body-mind drops away
,
still this residue of light

One-hundred million years ahead and behind
no human beings past and perhaps no human beings in far future
Still Earth is there and cosmos and “you.”
In nothing but change, no change at all.

Im-oo-ko”
“Moo-ut-ko”


Friday, December 9, 2016

Heaven Teacher



You should entreat trees and rocks to preach the Dharma, 
and you should ask rice fields and gardens for the truth.  
Ask pillars for the Dharma and learn from hedges and walls. 


Dogen Kigen. from “Bowing, Prostrating the Marrow”

Thursday, November 10, 2016

Face of buddha


Refreshing----


face of buddha


in each moment....

*****

There is within...moon;
There is within...leaf;
There is within...river;
There is within...wind;
There is within...

That which is named buddha,
appearing in each step,
at each door...

*****

A human being is part of the whole, called by us “Universe,” a part limited in time and space. He experiences himself, his thoughts and feelings as something separate from the rest – a kind of optical delusion of his consciousness. This delusion is a kind of prison for us, restricting us to our personal desires and to affection for a few persons nearest to us. Our task must be to free ourselves from this prison by widening our circle of compassion to embrace all living creatures and the whole of nature in its beauty. 
Albert Einstein