Jan 18 2015

In the awakened eye
Mountains and rivers
Completely disappear.
The eye of delusion
Looks out upon
Deep fog and clouds
Alone on my zazen mat
I forget the days
As they pass
The wisteria has grown
Thick over the eaves
Of my hut.

— Muso (1275-1351)
Jan 17 2015
Of late, I love but quietness:
Things of this world are no more my concern.
Looking back, I've known no better plan
Than this: returning to the grove.

Pine breezes loosen my robe.
Mountain moonbeams play my lute.
What, you ask, is Final Truth?
The fisherman's song strikes deep into the bank.
— Wang Wei (710-761)
Jan 16 2015
Humans born into this floating world
Quickly become like the roadside dust:
At dawn small children,
By sunset already grown white-haired,
Without inner understanding,
They struggle without cease.
I ask the children of the universe:
For what reason do you pass this way?
— Ryokan (1758-1831)
Jan 15 2015
When enlightened Zen masters
Set up teachings for a spiritual path,
The only concern is to clarify
The mind to arrive at its source.
It is complete in everyone,
Yet people turn away from this basic mind
Because of their illusions.
— Yuanwu
Jan 14 2015
Once you get this mind to appear,
It is not even for the sake of enlightenment
That you seek enlightenment;
This is the true mind of enlightenment.
Without this mind,
How can you really practice
The way to enlightenment?
— Dogen (1200-1253)
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