Nagasawa Rosetsu
SIITING IN ZA (at
rest) or in the midst of the everyday, there is this enduring, shifting flow of
thought, moments, weathers, mountains, continents, planets, moons, stars,
galaxies, atoms, aging, breath, sounds, remembrances of phrases of sutras,
scientific data, daydreams,
and in all of it , a cognitive
understanding of a sense of nothing to which dust can reliantly
cling, and
therefore nothing to which to attach to—all affirming Siddhartha’s disturbing,
albeit comforting dictum that change is a constancy.
With realization, suddenly, there is stillness in all this
change.
There is this direct experience of one thing in all of this
shifting sensation.
With realization of just one thing, stillness emoting
calmness, tranquility, serenity, eloquence, grace.
In Buddhist lore, in morning star, What does Siddhartha
directly see that passes through the gate
of shifting sensation?
Not buddhas, not oneness, not
emptiness—all shifting things--
Something very direct, very
intimate, very simple.
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