A Student of the Way

A Student of the Way

 
 
 

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Something I often said when I was Vice Abbot at Kanzeon:

“We get a lot of people who become members here but very rarely do we get a student.” Instead we get teachers – people who think they know a great deal about everything including the Dharma.

When we finally get a student it is clear that  person has what it takes to be a teacher.

It is even clearer to me today.  The real student, the empty cup, is the real dragon – the right stuff.

 

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Embracing Delusion

Embracing Delusion


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I thought I’d abandoned it all

Even my body

And yet this snowy night is cold

(From the Way of Everyday Life)  Hakuyu Taizan Maezumi – Commentaries on The Shobogenzo

 

In talking about enlightenment and delusion Maezumi Roshi would often say “I prefer delusion.” To grasp enlightenment, to prefer it, to “stink of Zen” is its own kind of delusion.   Grasping enlightenment is sometimes referred  to in the Blue Cliff Record as being a “board carrying fellow” -a carpenter with a board on his shoulder that blocks his view of everything else.

To be stuck in delusion, to think that that everything is enlightenment, that any thing I do is fine,  misses the wonder of the “Great Way” – the beauty of True Self – our inheritance.  One side can make us arrogant, right, the other,  self indulgent and coarse.

As  The Jefferson Airplane said “One pill makes you larger and one pill makes you small.”

To prefer delusion is to become one with your life and death and enter the hall of endless mystery.

 

This evening the moon shines, pure and white

A magpie shrieks and shrieks in alarm

The lonely sound makes me think of home

But where oh where can I return?

Ryokan

 

For Joko Beck

 

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Wonder

Wonder

Hubble image of Arp 194

“And, again, it has been discovered that all the world is made of the same atoms, that the stars are of the same stuff as ourselves.  It then becomes a question of where did our stuff come from.  Not just where did life come from, or where did the earth come from, but where did the stuff of life and of the earth come from?  It looks as if it was belched from some exploding star, much as some of the stars are exploding now.
So this piece of dirt waits four and one half billion years and evolves and changes, and now a strange creature stands here with instruments and talks to the strange creatures in the audience.  What a wonderful world!”
From Zen Teacher Daniel Doen Silberberg to Science and Dharma teacher Richard Feynman – gratitude for your life – deep bows.
 
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Turning Around

Turning Around

 

John Daido Loori, Roshi

John Daido Loori Roshi

 

Our fear has us on the run. Sometimes it’s some old story, something that happened to us that we won’t let go of.  It becomes our life story – an excuse for being struck.

We become afraid of changing or people but we don’t admit we are afraid – not even to ourselves. Instead we are timid or angry or stubborn.
It might be a good time to turn around and face fear, but first we have to stop blaming everything and everyone else, we have to stop hiding in our heads. Instead we can really admit we are afraid and become a warrior and practitioner of the Way.
Then  we can turn around and face our fear  before it sinks its teeth completely into our scurrying butt.
 
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