rivers into islands

rivers into islands

Wednesday, October 26, 2016

Original Mind

Shinichi  Maruyama

Studying texts and stiff meditation can make you lose your Original Mind.
A solitary tune by a fisherman though, can be an invaluable treasure.
Dusk rain on the river, the moon peeking in and out of the clouds;
Elegant beyond words, he chants his songs night after night.


the mind is exactly this tree, that grass
without thought or feeling both disappear

Friday, October 7, 2016

Three Treasures

Lance Kinseth, Three Treasures, 2005

THREE TREASURES: Buddha, Dharma, Sangha

The three treasures, if attained, not three at all.

Without direct realization, the very gateless, inseparable treasure seems distanced, and so no cure for suffering.

For human beings, Dharma remains a truth-gate rather than a key.

In the painting, What can be seen?

With direct realization, not three; no more Buddha, Dharma, Sangha medicine, not even Zen medicine,

Then that which exists: no birth, no death; unborn

Still, even with a brilliant adamantine fall, in each moment, a little stench of awakening, an afterglow of sorts taints awareness.

Monday, October 3, 2016