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Tag Archives: emptiness
Without a Trace
Without gratitude to season today’s living, the soup of being has little or no flavor. Who would eat such a bland dish? Without noticing the beauty of this moment, a colorless world clothes our life in only gray. Who would … Continue reading
The Heart Sutra
There is no practice, way, or path,No future place, no lingering past,Nothing is real, and nothing dream;Everything that is, just seems,and is connected but still freeto think with selfish vanityThat by itself it came to be. What folly, to imagine … Continue reading
Zazen
Breathing in and outIsn’t just for the cushion;It’s the entire thing.If you practice just sitting,This moment is everywhere. Try to stop breathing, And your attention can’t last;You are mind and body.Pretending at something elseRequires a lot of thinking. Everything you … Continue reading
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Prajnaparamita
With what great faculty would you describea something that is nothing in itself – an emptiness that does not rise or fall,but is and isn’t, both, at the same time, and lights, but doesn’t land, adrift in time(which is not … Continue reading
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Solstice
Look: for a minutethe light takes over darkas the great wheel turns.Then, in the next span of now,the shadow always grows back. There must be balancein our illusion of two – no up without down,until we are reconciledbeyond the borders … Continue reading
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Not So Empty
Emptiness is form; nothing has nothing in it, like air in a jar. Saying the jar owns that air is a foolish way to think. Form is emptiness; nothing has something to it that is not alone. Thinking one jar’s … Continue reading
Shikantaza
Who is just sitting? It is not me, or is it, here on the cushion. Who is asking the question? Nobody really knows that. 13 JUN 2024 Share This:
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