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#2540 - Sunday, July 30, 2006 - Editor: Gloria Lee  

"All knowledge, the totality of all questions and all answers is
contained in the dog."

"Dogs are our link to paradise.  They don't know evil or jealousy or
discontent.  To sit with a dog on a hillside on a glorious afternoon
is to be back in Eden, where doing nothing was not boring--it was

--Milan Kundera


"Wisdom usually does not fall from high places.  The mighty and the
splendid have taught me little.  I have learned more from my dog
than from all the great books I have read.  The wisdom of my dog is
the product of his inability to conceal his wants.  When he yearns
to be loved, there is no pouting in the corner.  There are no games
entitled 'Guess what is the matter with me.'  He puts his head on my
lap, wags his tail, and looks up at me with kind eyes, waiting to be
petted.  No professor or sage ever told me I might live a more
successful life if I simply asked for love when I needed it."

--Gerry Spence

A monk asked Master Chao Chou:
"Does a dog have Buddha Nature?"

Chao Chou barked back: "Wu!"

Wu means no, but does
no mean no?

According to the ancients,
there are eighteen major wus and
countless number of minor ones
before perfect enlightenment.

This does not necessarily mean
it will take a long time -
it may take no time.

Buddha said that all animals
possess the Buddha-nature.

So why did Master Chao Chou,
who was enlightened, say
a dog did not?

Was he speaking about my dog specifically,
and if so, what does that imply about
dependent origination?

Let's do samyama on
Amos the dog:    

When mind assumes the form of Amos
it has suffered no decrease;
when it becomes a Buddha
it adds nothing to its bowl.

Amos no longer thinks,
"I am this, I am that."

Such thoughts melt away.
He is crouching, relaxed, still.

Without pleasure or pain,
distraction or concentration,
learning or ignorance.

His nature is free of conditions.

Win or lose,
it makes no difference to him.

Alone in the forest or supermarket parking lot,
a god in heaven or a four-legged barker,
it makes no difference!

He is free of duality.

Wealth or pleasure,
duty or discrimination
mean nothing to him.

What does he care
what is accomplished or neglected?


Finding freedom in this life,
he takes nothing to heart
(at least not for long).

He has nothing to do
but to live out his life.

He lives beyond the boundaries
of desire, but would like to be
let out to pee when nature calls.

Delusion of the world,
meditation on the truth,
Liberation itself -
what are they to him?

You see the world
and you try to dissolve it.

But he has no need to.
Still, he always appreciates
a good meal.

When you are distracted,
you practice concentration.

But Amos is undistracted.

He has nothing to fulfill.
What is there left for him to accomplish?

He acts like an ordinary critter.
But inside he is quite different.

He sees no imperfection in himself,
no distraction,
nor any need for meditation.

He is awake,
free from desire.

He neither is nor is not.      

Sometimes he looks busy,
but he does nothing.

Yawning or barking, running or
just lying around, he welcomes
whatever comes his way,
and he is happy.

He is free, sniffing the wind
without complaint, from life to life.

He has gone beyond the world,
beyond joy and sorrow.

His mind is always cool.
He lives as if he had no body.

His mind is simple and pure.
He delights in the Self.

There is nothing he wishes to renounce.
He can touch his nose with his tongue!

Amos is relaxing now.

He is not devising strategies whereby
he might transcend himself.

The elements of nature,
the body and the senses,
what are they to him?

A sniff?

What are holy books,
or knowledge of the Self,
or the mind, even free of aromas?

What is emptiness or despair?
Or happiness, or freedom from desire?

He is always one without two.
He eats from his own bowl.

(Well, sometimes, from our hands.)

He is neither pre- nor trans-.
He came already spayed.

Knowledge or ignorance,
freedom or bondage,
what are they to him?        

What is "I,"
or "mine,"
or "this"?

Amos is always one.

What does he care for freedom
in life or in death,
or for his present karma?

He is always without "I".

He does not object to being lived
by the unknown, nor taken
for a nice walk.

So where is the one
who acts or enjoys?

Who wags the tail, even while
knocking some things over?

And what is the rising
or the vanishing of perception
to Amos when he snores?

In his heart he is one.
What more can one ask?

Who seeks freedom,
or wisdom or oneness?

Who is bound or free?

In his heart he is one.

What is creation,
or dissolution?

What is seeking,
and the end of seeking?

Who is the seeker?
What has he found?

He is forever pure.

What does he care who knows,
what is known,
or how it is known?

What does he care for knowledge?

What does he care what is,
or what is not?

He is forever still, until
he hears things.

He's still working on
impulsiveness --

Practice never ends.

What are joy or sorrow,
distraction or concentration,
understanding or delusion?

He is always without thought.

What is happiness or grief?

What is here and now,
or beyond?

He is forever pure.

What is illusion,
or the world?

What is the little soul,
or God Himself?

One without two,
He is always the same.

He sits in his heart, even
licks his nose.

What need is there
for striving or stillness?
He sits and runs.

What is freedom or bondage when
there are squirrels to chase?

What are holy books or teachings,
but chewy toys?

What is the purpose of life?
He's got all his shots.

Who is the disciple,
and who is the master?

For he has no bounds, and
likes to ride in the back seat.

He is Shiva.
So are you.
So am I.

He would never run away.
What more is there to say?


        -- Robert O'Hearn  

  We have such amazing talent and creativity among our list members.  Many thanks to Bob for sharing the wisdom of his dog. When  asked for some pictures of Amos to go with his poem, he replied:  

Good Evening, Glo!  

Haha -- "famous" Amos!  Still, what is it to him, eh? He just wags his tail when we're happy, because he's happy with us, and so effortlessly transmits the immaculate compassion of nondual beingness without a sermon or any sense of separation. He would like a cookie chewy.

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