I was once a rock, relied upon because nothing got to me.

Now it all gets to me.

And I feel solid as a mountain; amongst the clouds of my life.

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By Dogen Zenji
Translated by Taizan Maezumi Roshi

When all the dharmas are Buddha-dharma there are enlightenment and delusion, practice, life and death, buddhas and creatures.
When the ten thousand dharmas are without self, there are no delusion, no enlightenment, no buddhas, no creatures, no life and no death.
The Buddha Way transcends being and non-being; therefore there are life and death, delusion and enlightenment, creatures and buddhas.
However, flowers fall giving rise to attachment, and weeds spring up, arousing antipathy.
To carry the self forward and realize the ten thousand dharmas is delusion.
That the ten thousand dharmas advance and realize the self is enlightenment.
It is buddhas who enlighten delusion.
It is creatures who are deluded in enlightenment.
Further, there are those who are enlightened above enlightenment; there are those who are deluded within delusion.
When buddhas are truly buddhas, one need not be aware of being Buddha.
However, one is the realized Buddha, and further advances in realizing Buddha.
Seeing forms with the whole body and mind, hearing sounds with the whole body and mind, one understands them intimately;
Yet, it is not like a mirror with reflections, nor like water under the moon—
When one side is realized, the other side is dark.
To study the Buddha Way is to study oneself.
To study oneself is to forget oneself.
To forget oneself is to be enlightened by the ten thousand dharmas.
To be enlightened by the ten thousand dharmas is to be freed from one’s body and mind and those of others.
No trace of enlightenment remains, and this traceless enlightenment is continued forever.
When first one seeks the Dharma, one is far away from its environs.
When one has already correctly transmitted the Dharma to oneself, one is one’s original self at  that moment.
When riding on a boat, if one watches the shore, one may assume that the shore is moving.
But watching the boat directly, one knows that it is the boat that moves.
If one examines the ten thousand dharmas with a deluded body and mind, one will suppose that one’s mind and nature are permanent.
But if one practices intimately and returns to the true self, it will be clear that the ten thousand dharmas are without self.
Firewood turns into ash, and does not turn into firewood again.
But do not suppose that the ash is after and the firewood before.
We must realize that firewood is in the state of being firewood, and it has its before and after.
Yet despite this past and future, its present is independent of them.
Ash is in the state of being ash, and it has its before and after.
Just as firewood does not become firewood again after it is ash, so after one’s death, one does not return to life again.
Thus, that life does not become death is an unqualified fact of the Buddha-dharma; for this reason, life is called the non-born.
That death does not become life is the Buddha’s revolving of the confirmed Dharma-wheel; therefore, death is called the non-extinguished.
Life is a period of itself.
Death is a period of itself.
For example, they are like winter and spring.
We do not think that winter becomes spring, nor do we say that spring becomes summer.
Gaining enlightenment is like the moon reflecting in the water.
The moon does not get wet, nor is the water disturbed.
Although its light is extensive and great, the moon is reflected even in a puddle an inch across.
The whole moon and the whole sky are reflected in a dewdrop in the grass, in one drop of water.
Enlightenment does not disturb the person, just as the moon does not disturb the water.
A person does not hinder enlightenment, just as a dewdrop does not hinder the moon in the sky.
The depth of the drop is the height of the moon.
As for the duration of the reflection, you should examine the water’s vastness or smallness,
And you should discern the brightness or dimness of the heavenly moon.
When the Dharma does not fill our body and mind, we think that we have enough.
When the Dharma fills our body and mind, we realize that something is missing.
For example, when we view the four directions from a boat on the ocean where no land is in sight, it looks circular and nothing else.
No other aspects are apparent.
However, this ocean is neither round nor square, and its qualities are infinite in variety. It is like a palace; it is like a jewel.
It seems circular as far as our eyes can reach at the time.
Likewise, the ten thousand dharmas are so.
Though there are many aspects of the secular life and the religious life, we only recognize and understand what the power of our penetrating vision can reach.
In order to appreciate the ten thousand dharmas, we should know that although they may look round or square, the other qualities of oceans and mountains are infinite in variety; furthermore, other universes lie in all quarters.
It is so not only around ourselves but also directly here, even in a drop of water.
When a fish swims in the ocean, there is no limit to the water, no matter how far it swims.
When a bird flies in the sky, there is no limit to the air, no matter how far it flies.
However, no fish or bird has ever left its element since the beginning.
When the need is large, it is used largely.
When the need is small, it is used in a small way.
Thus, no creature ever comes short of its own completeness.
Wherever it stands, it does not fail to cover the ground.
If a bird leaves the air, it will die at once.
If the fish leaves the water, it will die at once.
Know, then, that water is life.
Know that air is life.
The bird is life and the fish is life.
Life is the bird and life is the fish.
Beyond these, there are further implications and ramifications.
Now if a bird or a fish tries to reach the limit of its element before moving in it, this bird or this fish will not find its way or its place.
Realizing this place, one’s daily life is a realization of the ultimate reality (genjokoan).
Realizing this Way, one’s daily life is the realization of the ultimate reality (genjokoan).
Since the place and the Way are neither large nor small, neither subject nor object, neither existing previously nor just arising now, they therefore exist thus.
Thus, if one practices and realizes the Buddha Way, when one gains one dharma, one completes one dharma. When one encounters one action, one practices one action.
Since the place is here, and the Way leads everywhere, the reason the limits of the knowable are unknowable is simply that our knowledge arises with, and practices with, the absolute perfection of the Buddha-dharma.
Do not practice thinking that the realization must become the object of one’s knowledge and vision, and be grasped conceptually. Even though the attainment is simultaneously manifest, its intimate nature is not necessarily realized. Some may realize it and some may not.

Priest Paô-ch´e of Ma-ku shan was fanning himself.
A monk approached and asked, “Sir, the nature of the wind is permanent, and there is no place it does not reach. Why, then, must you still fan yourself?”
“Although you understand that the nature of the wind is permanent,” the master replied, “you do not understand the meaning of its reaching everywhere.”
“What is the meaning of its reaching everywhere?” asked the monk.
The master just fanned himself.
The monk bowed with deep respect.

This is the enlightenment experience of the Buddha-dharma and the vital way of its correct transmission. Those who say we should not use a fan because wind is permanent, and so we should know the existence of wind without using a fan, know neither permanency nor nature of wind.
Because the nature of wind is eternally present, the wind of Buddhism actualizes the gold of the earth and ripens the cheese of the long river.

Written in mid-autumn of the first year of the Tempuku Era (1233 A.D.) and given to my lay student Yo-koshu of Kyushu.

© 1977 by the Zen Center of Los Angeles, Inc.

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A Brief For The Defense

Sorrow everywhere. Slaughter everywhere. If babies
are not starving someplace, they are starving
somewhere else. With flies in their nostrils.
But we enjoy our lives because that’s what god wants.
Otherwise the mornings before summer dawn would not
be made so fine. The Bengal tiger would not
be fashioned so miraculously well. The poor women
at the fountain are laughing together between
the suffering they have known and the awfulness
in their future, smiling and laughing while somebody
in the village is very sick. There is laughter
every day in the terrible streets of Calcutta,
and the women laugh in the cages of Bombay.
If we deny our happiness, resist our satisfaction,
we lessen the importance of their deprivation.
We must risk delight. We can do without pleasure,
but not delight. Not enjoyment. We must have
the stubbornness to accept our gladness in the ruthless
furnace of this world. To make injustice the only
measure of our attention is to praise the devil.
If the locomotive of the Lord runs us down,
we should give thanks that the end had magnitude.
We must admit there will be music despite everything.
We stand at the prow again of a small ship
anchored late at night in the tiny port
looking over to the sleeping island: the waterfront
is three shuttered cafés and one naked light burning.
To hear the faint sound of oars in the silence as a rowboat
comes slowly out and then goes back is truly worth
all the years of sorrow that are to come.

Jack Gilbert

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What a wonderful weekend! A three-day retreat on Intention and Commitment in Zen Training.

Through teaching, discussion and Frisbee, we took a deep look at our aspiration, and the why’s of our practice.

Memories flooded in, reminding me where my head was when this was all new to me.

I just wanted to be less of an asshole.

It felt good to re-visit the excitement that drove those early years. Good medicine.

The weekend culminated in the Jukai ceremony for several dear friends.

It was powerful to take a hard look at my overall training, and on my day to day practice with revitalized sprit.



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There is something improbable about this place.

The improbability of a beach in Brooklyn.

The improbability that every shade of humanity can share time together momentarily distracted by this so wonderful something.

I’ve come to love this place, the sand, the sea, the almost imperceptible sounding of surf like a big fat bass string thrumming a chord deep within me.

When I come here I often have a thought, more a feeling maybe, that if I can love this place, care for it, share it, that maybe this is a sentient being that I can save.

Somehow in this place, I’m not afraid to try, to give myself to it, not overwhelmed by my smallness.

Save the planet? Me? Are you f*****g kidding me?

But I can share this pier with a couple of confused pigeons, and with the Gray-headed Gull performing her graceful boardwalk tricks of sky stillness; her great wings effortlessly taming these gusting gales.


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I am not old… she said
I am rare.
I am the standing ovation
At the end of the play.
I am the retrospective
Of my life as art
I am the hours
Connected like dots
Into good sense
I am the fullness
Of existing.
You think I am waiting to die…
But I am waiting to be found
I am a treasure.
I am a map.
And these wrinkles are
Imprints of my journey

Ask me anything.

~ Samantha Reynolds ~

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Do not try to become anything.
Do not make yourself into anything.
Do not be a meditator.
Do not become enlightened.
When you sit, let it be.
When you walk, let it be.
Grasp at nothing.
Resist nothing.
~ Ajahn Chah ~

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Hakuyu Taizan Daiosho – Great Mountain

Let us appreciate
the great mountain
that bends in the spring breeze
and walks on flowing waters.
Shobogenzo—the true eye treasury—
you imparted to us.
How did you know
it was medicine for
an ancient sickness?
Twenty years since you’re changing forms;
you said we could call,
but you wouldn’t answer.
Yet today I hear your voice
in the eyes and hands in this hall,
I see your face in the azalea blossoms
on the altar.
Let us appreciate—
let us appreciate
this fragile human life.

May 17, 2015

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