Suchness

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When I first came across this word ‘Suchness’ in Zen literature, I thought, ‘What the heck is Suchness? …Can’t figure that one out.’ If we hold perceptions to be reality, then in order for our world to be real, we have to perceive it as something. It can’t be just what it is. We have to interpret it, or give it a name, or describe it in some way. We perceive the world through words, through ideas. This obsession with cameras and selfies now, is just wanting to capture things, capture moments on film, petrify them in time, and make them fixed because everything is moving and changing. But Suchness, or Tathata…. is right now. This is the way it is. But sometimes, when I say, ‘This is the way it is,’ somebody will say, ‘You mean this is the way it is forever?’ No! RIGHT NOW — this is the way it is. The only way it can be is the way it is right now! It’s changing, but at this moment, the Suchness of this moment, is just this way. The thinking mind has to stop. Otherwise you will want to ask, ‘Where is it? What is he saying?’ You just have to stop your mind and listen, or watch. Then you will be relating to Suchness, the Suchness of the moment, the as-is-ness.

Ajahn Sumedho, Tathata or suchness

with thanks to Jackie for the prompt.

What we learn from the leaves

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A person  fundamentally does not dwell anywhere. The white clouds seem fascinated by the green mountain’s foundation. The bright moon loves being carried along with the flowing water. But the clouds part and the mountains appear, and the moon sets and the water is cool. Each bit of autumn contains vast interpenetration without bounds.

Hongzhi, 1091-1157, Chinese Chan (Zen) monk

photo: lite

Thinking we make the moves

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Maybe something to remember when something bothers us today, and we take it very seriously….

What is the difference
Between your experience of life
And that of a saint?

The saint knows that the spiritual path
Is a sublime chess game with God

And that the Beloved has just made such a Fantastic Move

that the saint is now continually
Tripping over Joy
And bursting out in Laughter
And saying, “I Surrender!”

Whereas, my dear,
I’m afraid you still think

You have a thousand serious moves.

 Hafiz, Tripping Over Joy

Sunday Quote: Slow down

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All this hurrying soon will be over.

Only when we slow down do we touch the holy. 

Rainer Maria Rilke, In Praise of Mortality.

photo of Glendasan river in Wicklow by Joe King

What is passing and what remains

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In Sung China, 
two monks friends for sixty years watch the geese pass.
Where are they going?
one tested the other, who couldn’t say.

That moment’s silence continues.

No one will study their friendship
in the koan-books of insight.
No one will remember their names.

I think of them sometimes, standing, perplexed by sadness,
goose-down sewn into their quilted autumn robes.

Almost swallowed by the vastness of the mountains,
but not yet.

As the barely audible
geese are not yet swallowed;
as even we, my love, will not entirely be lost.
Jane Hirshfield, Lives of the Heart
photo schyler at english wipipedia

More learnings from autumn

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Everything is meant to be let go of,  so that the person may stand in unhampered nothingness

Meister Eckhard

Just as a snake sheds its skin,

so we should shed our past, over and over again

The Buddha

photo muffet