The 9th Century Zen Master Siubi was asked “What is the secret of Zen”
“Come back when there is no-one around and I shall tell you”
The inquirer returned and Siubi took him to a bamboo-grove, pointed to the bamboos and said
“See how long these are. See how short these are”
Suddenly the questioner had a flash of awakening. What did he see? He had a revelation of sheer existence. Where there is revelation, explanation becomes superfluous. Curiosity is dissolved in wonder.
John Welwood: Ordinary magic: Everyday life as Spiritual Path
Easter Saturday.. a day of waiting
When I stop running from what frightens me, and instead try to feel and understand it, I learn to deal with the world with greater kindness.
Before you know kindness as the deepest thing inside,
you must know sorrow as the other deepest thing.
Naomi Shihab Nye, Kindness
photo AMISOM Public Information
There’s a kind of basic misunderstanding that we should try to be better than we already are, that we should try to improve ourselves, that we should try to get away from painful things, and that if we could just learn how to get away from the painful things, then we would be happy.
When we practice meditation, we practice a double movement: there is a movement of return to the breath, a movement of recollection of presence, of samadhi — and there is a movement of mindfulness, of allowing everything to be just as it is. Last Sunday, I realized that the movement of return can also be a movement of allowing, of self-forgiveness. All the prodigal sons and daughters of our thoughts and dreams and gnarly little complexes are welcome to come to the feast of this present moment.
Tracy Cochran, Be a Lighthouse
One of the more persistent forms of suffering, the sense that we have to do more, have more:
One of the deepest habitual patterns that we have
is to feel that now is not enough.
Who sees all beings in his own Self
and his own Self in all beings,
loses all fear.
Stay with the feeling in the body. Don’t advance into proliferating a story. Don’t retreat into denying the sense of hurt.
Not advancing, not retreating,
Not real, not empty.
There is an ocean of bright clouds.
There is an ocean of dark clouds.
Dogen, 1200 – 1253
photo Nicolas A. Tonelli