Sometimes I’d go to see old religious sites with ancient temple buildings, designed by architects, beautifully built by skilled craftsmen. In some places they would be cracked. Maybe one of my friends would remark, “Such a shame, isn’t it? It’s cracked. ” I’d say: “If that weren’t the case then there’d be no such thing as the Buddha, there’d be no Dharma. It’s cracked like this because it’s perfectly in line with the Buddha’s teaching.
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
Another quote on accepting that there are reasons we cannot see and that we do not always have to be in control.
Prompted by the swallows returning yesterday :
Break open the cherry tree:
But where are the blossoms?
Wait for spring time and see how they bloom!
Ikkyu, Zen Buddhist monk and poet, 1394 – 1481
photo andrew bossi
This is the primary…affirmation within all of Scripture…
To believe that we and our world are good, very good;
to take delight in our lives and in each other;
to live lives that radiate joy rather than depression, boredom, and resentment;
well … that sounds simple and easy, but remains a rare thing that’s seldom accomplished.
The most important challenge that all of us face in life is to….bless rather than to curse!
Ron Rolheiser, Blessing and Cursing Life
Most of us are very good at bringing suffering upon ourselves, by taking something that is happening and fixating on it, creating a worry and letting it take root inside us. We are less good at simply letting things be, without wanting to fix the world according to our preferences:
and the grass grows,
Matsuo Bashō, 1644 – 1694
There is no ideal in observation.
When you have an ideal, you cease to observe,
you are then merely approximating the present to the idea,
and therefore there is duality, conflict,
and all the rest of it.
The mind has to be in the state when it can see, observe.
The experience of the observation
is really an astonishing state.
In that there is no duality.
The mind is simply —