"In whatever place you find truth, with whatever
name it may be labeled, take it."
-- Paul Brunton, Notebooks (v2, Pt1,
posted by Mark Scorelle to Wisdom-l
"Zen is not interested in theories about
enlightenment, it wants the real thing. So it shouts, and buffets, and
reprimands, without ill- will entering in the slightest. All it wants to do is
force the student to crash the word-barrier. Minds must be sprung from their
verbal bonds into a new mode of apprehending.
-- Huston Smith
posted by Tom McFerran
A priest was in charge of the garden within a
famous Zen temple. He had been given the job because he loved the flowers,
shrubs, and trees. Next to the temple there was another, smaller temple where
there lived a very old Zen master. One day, when the priest was expecting some
special guests, he took extra care in tending to the garden. He pulled the
weeds, trimmed the shrubs, combed the moss, and spent a long time meticulously
raking up and carefully arranging all the dry autumn leaves.
As he worked, the old master watched him with
interest from across the wall that separated the temples. When he had finished,
the priest stood back to admire his work. "Isn't it beautiful," he called out to
the old master. "Yes," replied the old man, "but there is something missing.
Help me over this wall and I'll put it right for you."
After hesitating, the priest lifted the old
fellow over and set him down. Slowly, the master walked to the tree near the
center of the garden, grabbed it by the trunk, and shook it. Leaves showered
down all over the garden. "There," said the old man, "you can put me back
posted by Tom McFerran
Resistance to what is
causes us to see
within as well as without
When all flaws are
the illusion of
dissolves in presence
posted by Mark Scorelle
"The mind is more comfortable in a landscaped
park because it has been planned through thought; it has not grown organically.
There is an order here that the mind can understand. In the forest, there is an
incomprehensible order that to the mind looks like chaos. It is beyond the
mental categories of good and bad.
You cannot understand it through thought, but
you can sense it when you let go of thought, become still and alert, and don't
try to understand or explain.
Only then can you be aware of the sacredness of
the forest. As soon as you sense that hidden harmony, that sacredness, you
realize you are not separate from it, and when you realize that, you become a
conscious participant in it.
In this way, nature can help you become
realigned with the wholeness of life.
Eckhart Tolle -- A New
posted by Roma
We had a "Refuge" ceremony at our Zendo
yesterday -- a Zen ceremony of "Lay Ordination" where 6 people took vows and
refuge in Buddha, Dharma, Sangha -- or Awakening, the Way, and our Companions,
as we say it at our Zendo.
It began with this ...
knowing stops, when thoughts about who we are fall away, vast space opens up and
love appears. Anything that gets in the way of understanding this is a cause of
suffering and something to refrain from.
Moment by moment, thought
appears, the earth appears, we appear.
When we test each bit of life against
the heart, we find we cannot reject any, for we are the only hands and eyes
eternity has. With our virtues, our failures, and our imperfections, this is the
body we take refuge in, this is what we offer the world.
By their nature,
vows are not things we hold perfectly. Vows are the bridge we build between the
spacious world and the things we do everyday. They encourage us to follow
our questions when they arise, and underlying our vows is compassion for
everything that has the courage to live."
I was asked to say a few words,
as a member of the community, to welcome our new members... It occurred to me
that "refuge" is not shelter from the storm, so much as refuge in the
storm. There is no place left out of refuge, no person or thing left
out. It is only our resistance to life and what we are that causes
suffering ... so as the Hopi Elders say "Let go of the shore, look around and
see who is with you, and celebrate."
posted by Carol Spooner