I have come to see that our problem is that we don’t know what happiness is. We confuse it with a life uncluttered by feelings of anxiety, rage, doubt, and sadness. But happiness is something entirely different. It’s the ability to receive the pleasant without grasping and the unpleasant without condemning.
The body only exists in the present moment; it doesn’t wander off into the past or the future. This might seem like an insignificant truism; however, when we start to look at our lives closely, we find that much of our difficulty and distress arises from dwelling on re-creations of the past – either positive or negative – or on hopes and worries about the future.
Despite the fact that, to the thinking mind, the past and the future seem like vast and solid realities…the closer we look at the experience of our life as it actually is, the more we see the past and future as hollow fabrications. They are mere memories and anticipations; it is rather the present that is vast and all-encompassing, and full of useful possibilities…. If we are trying to inhabit an imagined future or a reconstructed past, how can we possibly attune to the orchestra of life in the here-and-now?
Ajahn Amaro, “The Body of Truth” in Michael Stone (ed) Freeing the Body.
“The blue mountains are constantly walking.” Dōgen is quoting the Chan master Furong. “If you doubt mountains walking you do not know your own walking.”
Dōgen is not concerned with “sacred mountains” – or pilgrimages, or spirit allies,….. His mountains are the processes of this earth, all of existence, process, essence, action, absence; they roll being and non-being together. They are what we are, we are what they are. For those who would see directly into essential nature, the idea of the sacred is a delusion and an obstruction: it diverts us from seeing what is before our eyes: plain thusness.…No hierarchy, no equality. No occult and exoteric, no gifted kids and slow achievers. No wild and tame, no bound or free, no natural and artificial. Each totally its own frail self. Even though connected all which ways; even because connected all which ways. This, thusness, is the nature of the nature of nature. The wild in wild.
So the blue mountains walk to the kitchen and back to the shop, to the desk, to the stove. We sit on the park bench and let the wind and rain drench us. The blue mountains walk out to put another coin in the parking meter, and go down to the 7-Eleven. The blue mountains march out of the sea, shoulder the sky for a while, and slip back to into the waters.