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 grow
Thick over the eaves
Of my hut.

~ Muso (1275-1351)

What truth am I talking about?
I am talking about truth of the ground of mind,
which can enter into the ordinary and the sacred,
into the pure and the polluted,
into the absolute and the conventional,
and yet is not the absolute,
conventional, ordinary, and sacred,
but is able to give names to all the absolute,
conventional, ordinary, and sacred.

Someone who has realized this
cannot be labeled by the absolute
or the conventional, by the ordinary or sacred.

If you can grasp it, then use it,
without labeling it any more.
This is called the mystic teaching.

~ Lin Chi (d 867)

@rookie54 said
What truth am I talking about?
I am talking about truth of the ground of mind,
which can enter into the ordinary and the sacred,
into the pure and the polluted,
into the absolute and the conventional,
and yet is not the absolute,
conventional, ordinary, and sacred,
but is able to give names to all the absolute,
conventional, ordinary, and sacred.

Someone who has r ...[text shortened]... hen use it,
without labeling it any more.
This is called the mystic teaching.

~ Lin Chi (d 867)

When we reach the ultimate stillness,
We joyfully become
Aware that this mind of ours
Is empty, without any things,
And extends infinitely in all
Directions.

It is something
Like the eternal sky,
In which clouds and wind circulate
Without stopping or reaching an end.

It is something like the vast ocean,
Where fish and dragons undergo
Transformations without gaps
Of interruptions.

It has no inside or outside that can
Be pointed to, no motion or
Stillness that can be separated.
From ancient to modern, it all forms
A single whole.

As the saying goes,
It is nowhere
And everywhere.

~ Luo Hongxian (1504-1564)

@rookie54 said
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 grow
Thick over the eaves
Of my hut.

~ Muso (1275-1351)

Maybe it's important to mention someone's
observation that I read somewhere:
schizophrenics tend toward the occult;
depressives tend toward mysticism.

@Kevin-Eleven said:
Maybe it's important to mention someone's
observation that I read somewhere:
schizophrenics tend toward the occult;
depressives tend toward mysticism.

@divegeester

Little brother, it's good to think that perhaps you might learn something from me.

@kevin-eleven said
@divegeester

Little brother, it's good to think that perhaps you might learn something from me.

Every day priests minutely
examine the Dharma
and endlessly chant
complicated sutras.
They should learn
how to read the love letters
sent by the wind and rain,
the snow and moon.

~ Ikkyu (1394-1491)

The world is unstable,
like a house on fire.
This is not a place
where you stay long.
The murderous haunt
of impermanence
comes upon you in a flash,
no matter whether you are rich or poor,
old or young.
If you want to be no different
from a Zen master or a buddha,
just do not seek outwardly.

~ Lin Chi (d 867)

@rookie54 said
The world is unstable,
like a house on fire.
This is not a place
where you stay long.
The murderous haunt
of impermanence
comes upon you in a flash,
no matter whether you are rich or poor,
old or young.
If you want to be no different
from a Zen master or a buddha,
just do not seek outwardly.

~ Lin Chi (d 867)

@divegeester said
Happy to support whatever vibe it is which lifts you from the Slough of Despond.

@rookie54 said
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 grow
Thick over the eaves
Of my hut.

~ Muso (1275-1351)

@kevin-eleven said
No need to support a vibe.
Vibes vibe in their own way.
You've reminded me of Bunyan.
An interesting writer of his time.