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#2114 - Friday, April 16, 2005 - Editor: michael
We are Godīs bliss, for in us He enjoyeth without end.
When thou standest still
from the thinking of self and the willing of self;
when both thy intellect and will are quiet and passive to the expressions
of the eternal world and spirit, and when thy soul is winged up and above
that which is temporal, the outward senses and the imagination being locked
up by holy abstraction, then the Eternal Hearing, Seeing and Speaking will be revealed in thee, and so God appeareth in thee and whispered to thy spirit. Blessed art thou, therefore, if thou canst stand still from thy self-thinking and self-willing and canst stop the wheel of thy imagination and senses.
n every human being there is a natural
inborn ability to fall into a state of peace
and happiness. Here there are no borders, no problems & no time.
It can almost happen everywhere.
You look out of the window - you watch the sunset over the ocean or you walk in busy streets.
Often this peek-point feeling comes when
you least expect it.
The state could be defined as an Alerted State of Happy Oblivion.
This is Godīs gift to mankind. He has genetically engineered us in such a way that we all within us have a Meditation Matrix.
You can go through a whole life
without knowing this enormous potential inside you. But once the
switch is turned, the Matrix unfolds the process - intelligently
and automaticly - like digestion. And then - like in the morning
when you wake from sleep - you wake from the state of being
This super-awake sleep is Timeless Paradise within Man.
The Meditation Matrix grows like Zen-grass:
Sitting quietly - the Grass grows -
Spring comes by itself.
[editor's note: there is more text at the above link.]
is no greater mystery than this -
that being the Reality ourselves, we seek to gain Reality.
We think that there is something binding our reality and
that it must be destroyed before the reality is gained.
It is ridiculous!
A day will dawn when you will yourself laugh at your effort.
That which is on the day of laughter is also now.
Read one of the most beautiful and most significant Zen story: 10 BULLS
Transcribed by Nyogen Sensaki and Paul Reps
Illustrated by Tomikichiro Tokuriki
The bull is the eternal principle of life, truth in action. The ten bulls represent sequent steps in the realization of one's true nature.
This sequence is as potent today as it was when Kakuan (1100-1200) developed it from earlier works and made his paintings of the bull.
Taken from the book: Zen Flesh, Zen bones
compiled by Paul Reps, Anchor books, NY
Search for the Bull
In the pasture of this world, I endlessly push aside the tall grasses in search of the bull. Following unnamed rivers, lost upon the interpenetrating paths of distant mountains, My strength failing and my vitality exhausted, I cannot find the bull. I only hear the locusts chirring through the forest at night
The bull never has been lost. What need is there to
search? Only because of separation from my true nature, I
fail to find him. In the confusion of the senses I lose
even his tracks. Far from home, I see many cross-roads,
but which way is the right one I know not. Greed and
fear, good and bad, entangle me.
Discovering the Footprints
Along the riverbank under the trees, I discover footprints! Even under the fragrant grass I see his prints. Deep in remote mountains they are found. These traces no more can be hidden than one's nose, looking heavenward.
Understanding the teaching, I see the footprints of the
bull. Then I learn that, just as many utensils are made
from one metal, so too are myriad entities made of the
fabric of self. Unless I discriminate, how will I
perceive the true from the untrue? Not yet having entered
the gate, nevertheless I have discerned the path.
Perceiving the Bull
I hear the song
of the nightingale. The sun is warm, the wind is mild,
willows are green along the shore,
When one hears the voice, one can sense its source. As
soon as the six senses merge, the gate is entered.
Wherever one enters one sees the head of the bull! This
unity is like salt in water, like colour in dyestuff. The
slightest thing is not apart from self.
I seize him with a terrific struggle. His great will and power are inexhaustible. He charges to the high plateau far above the cloud-mists, Or in an impenetrable ravine he stands.
He dwelt in the forest a long time, but I caught him
today! Infatuation for scenery interferes with his
direction. Longing for sweeter grass, he wanders away.
His mind still is stubborn and unbridled. If I wish him
to submit, I must raise my whip.
The whip and rope are necessary, Else he might stray off down some dusty road. Being well trained, he becomes naturally gentle. Then, unfettered, he obeys his master.
When one thought arises, another thought follows. When
the first thought springs from enlightenment, all
subsequent thoughts are true. Through delusion, one makes
everything untrue. Delusion is not caused by objectivity;
it is the result of subjectivity. Hold the nose-ring
tight and do not allow even a doubt.
the Bull Home
Mounting the bull, slowly I
return homeward. The voice of my flute intones through
the evening. Measuring with hand-beats the pulsating
This struggle is over; gain and loss are assimilated. I
sing the song of the village woodsman, and play the tunes
of the children. Astride the bull, I observe the clouds
above. Onward I go, no matter who may wish to call me
Astride the bull, I reach home. I
am serene. The bull too can rest. The dawn has come. In
All is one law, not two. We only make the bull a
temporary subject. It is as the relation of rabbit and
trap, of fish and net. It is as gold and dross, or the
moon emerging from a cloud. One path of clear light
travels on throughout endless time.
Bull and Self Transcended
person, and bull -- all merge in No-Thing. This heaven is
so vast no message can stain it. How may a snowflake
exist in a raging fire?
Mediocrity is gone. Mind is clear of limitation. I seek
no state of enlightenment.
Reaching the Source
Too many steps have been taken returning to the root and the source. Better to have been blind and deaf from the beginning! Dwelling in one's true abode, unconcerned with that without -- The river flows tranquilly on and the flowers are red.
Comment: From the beginning, truth
is clear. Poised in silence, I observe the forms of
integration and disintegration. One who is not attached
to "form" need not be "reformed." The
water is emerald, the mountain is indigo, and I see that
which is creating and that which is destroying.
|10. In the
Barefooted and naked of breast, I mingle with the people of the world. My clothes are ragged and dust-laden, and I am ever blissful. I use no magic to extend my life; Now, before me, the dead trees become alive.
Inside my gate, a thousand sages do not know me. The
beauty of my garden is invisible. Why should one search
for the footprints of the patriarchs? I go to the market
place with my wine bottle and return home with my staff.
I visit the wineshop and the market, and everyone I look
upon becomes enlightened.
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