~Zen Mountain~

[bluerains]

luv, this....this is my last post am really busy getting ready for trip out west...be back mid april...have a safe holiday and stay in the flow...blue

does the dew drop cling to the leaf for every second of life
or does it anxiously await a stratijic dive to the earths soil
in hopes to excalade to heaven for the bigger fall?

droplets glide from stem to stem in silent caresses
feeling the spiraling leaves....

 

[My Erotic Tale]

may enjoyment fill your every journeys step
and every moment of stillness reflecting that
there is no stillness, as the heart still beats <grin> (~_~)

 

[Du Lac]

&&&&&&&&

be safe Blue.. and may the winds of love circle your soul on this journey..
blessings
Du~

luv, this....this is my last post am really busy getting ready for trip out west...be back mid april...have a safe holiday and stay in the flow...blue



droplets glide from stem to stem in silent caresses
feeling the spiraling leaves....

 

[My Erotic Tale]

Enlightenment Du shine when your around <grin>

I Du Lac total enlightenment
my nights are still dark

If someones life has been totally fullfilled
are they now just waiting on death?

did I think of the stars today?
then blue skys at night

See I still Du Lac true insight <grin>
one day I wanta write like the Du Do

 

[My Erotic Tale]

A concerned deciple exclaimed excited to a poet monk
"Monk Wo says you are no poet,"

"Tell Monk Wo ...to write poetry
is better than being annoying!"

 

[My Erotic Tale]

Harmony of Difference & Equality

By Shitou Xiqian (700-790)



The mind of the great sage of India
is intimately transmitted from west to east.
While human faculties are sharp or dull,
the Way has no northern or southern ancestors.
The spiritual source shines clear in the light;
the branching streams flow on in the dark.
Grasping at things is surely delusion;
according with sameness is still not enlightenment.
All the objects of the senses
interact and yet do not.
Interacting brings involvement.
Otherwise, each keeps its place.
Sights vary in quality and form,
sounds differ as pleasing and harsh.
Refined and common speech come together in the dark,
clear and murky phrases are distinguished in the light.
The four elements return to their natures
just as a child turns to its mother;
Fire heats, wind moves,
water wets, earht is solid.
Eye and sight, ear and sounds
nose and smells, tongue and tastes;
Thus with each and every thing,
depending on these roots, the leaves spread forth.
Trunk and branches share the essence;
revered and common, each has its speech.
In the light there is darkness,
but don't take it as darkness.
In the dark there is light,
but don't see it as light.
Light and dark oppose one another
like the front and back foot in walking.
Each of the myriad things has its merit
expressed according to function and place.
Phenomena exist; box and lid fit.
principle responds arrow points meet.
Hearing the words, understand the meaning;
don't set up standards of your own.
If you don't undersand the Way right before you,
how will you know the path as you walk?
Progress is not a matter of far and near,
but if you are confused, mountains and rivers block the way.
I respectfully urge you who study the mystery,
do not pass your days and nights in vain.

 

[My Erotic Tale]

Love cannot endure indifference.
It needs to be wanted.
Like a lamp it needs to be fed
out of the oil of anothers heart,
or its flame dies out.

thanks bamagirl

 

[My Erotic Tale]

It is too clear and so it is hard to see.
A dunce once searched for a fire with a
lighted lantern.
Had he known what fire was,
He could have cooked his rice much sooner.

- Joshu Washes the Bowl, The Gateless Gate #7
Zen Flesh, Zen Bones, p. 176
Translated by Paul Reps and Nyogen Senzaki

 

[My Erotic Tale]

Direct your eye right inward, and you'll find
A thousand regions of your mind
Yet undiscovered. Travel them and be
Expert in home-cosmography.

- Henry David Thoreau
Walden

 

[My Erotic Tale]

Free & Easy

By Venerable Lama Gendun Rinpoche



Happiness cannot be found
through great effort and willpower,
but is already present, in open relaxation and letting go.

Don't strain yourself,
there is nothing to do or undo.
Whatever momentarily arises in the body-mind
has no real importance at all,
has little reality whatsoever.
Why identify with, and become attached to it,
passing judgment upon it and ourselves?

Far better to simply
let the entire game happen on its own,
springing up and falling back like waves--
without changing or manipulating anything--
and notice how everything vanishes and
reappears, magically, again and again,
time without end.

Only our searching for happiness
prevents us from seeing it.
It's like a vivid rainbow which you pursue without ever catching,
or a dog chasing its own tail.

Although peace and happiness do not exist
as an actual thing or place,
it is always available
and accompanies you every instant.

Don't believe in the reality
of good and bad experiences;
they are like today's ephemeral weather,
like rainbows in the sky.

Wanting to grasp the ungraspable,
you exhaust yourself in vain.
As soon as you open and relax this tight fist of grasping,
infinite space is there--open, inviting and comfortable.

Make use of the spaciousness, this freedom and natural ease.
Don't search any further.
Don't go into the tangled jungle
looking for the great awakened elephant,
who is already resting quietly at home
in front of your own hearth.

Nothing to do or undo,
nothing to force,
nothing to want,
and nothing missing----

Emaho! Marvelous!
Everything happens by itself.

 

[My Erotic Tale]

one may be but a drop of water
but band together we can make a wave ...

what do you think?
surfin' <grin>

 

[My Erotic Tale]

Four monks decided to meditate silently without speaking for two weeks. By nightfall on the first day, the candle began to flicker and then went out. The first monk said, "Oh, no! The candle is out." The second monk said, "Aren't we not suppose to talk?" The third monk said, "Why must you two break the silence?" The fourth monk laughed and said, "Ha! I'm the only one who didn't speak."




People's reactions to this story:
"Each monk broke the silence for a different reason, each of which is a common stumbling block to meditation. The first monk became distraced by one element of the world (the candle) and so lost sight of the rest. The second monk was more worried about rules than the meditation itself. The third monk let his anger at the first two rule him. And the final monk was lost in his ego."

The path is open to its failures as they are the stones to its success.

"I am reminded of a car game I used to play with my children called 'Listening for Silence.' The object of the game for me was to stop the noise in the car. The object of the game for the children was to see who could resist speaking the longest by listening for silence. If the first child spoke and the second child automatically burst out proclaiming victory, then both children lost. The object was to listen for silence and silence speaks for itself"

 

[My Erotic Tale]

When the spiritual teacher and his disciples began their evening meditation, the cat who lived in the monastery made such noise that it distracted them. So the teacher ordered that the cat be tied up during the evening practice. Years later, when the teacher died, the cat continued to be tied up during the meditation session. And when the cat eventually died, another cat was brought to the monastery and tied up. Centuries later, learned descendants of the spiritual teacher wrote scholarly treatises about the religious significance of tying up a cat for meditation practice.

I can relate, I have the noisest cat in the world <grin>
the meaning behind the story is that following old traditions
may not be needed <smile>

 

[bluerains]

thanks!

for the good wishes on my trip to Death Valley..It was quite an experience..hiking into deep canyons and feeling at some point the total silence of self..the valley is in its hundred year flood and blossoms are everywhere and folks were kayaking on the salt bed of bad water...the weather was perfect ..and the trip was enlightening... \
\ a very simple Zen tale -- !
A man goes out in his boat. It is a lovely day and he leans back, letting his fingers drift in the water. No one else is around and he lays back further and falls into a dreamy state. Suddenly out of nowhere, there is a huge bump/thud and the man falls onto the floor of the boat. He is furious! how dare someone be so careless and knock into his boat! When he gets up off his knees and looks around, he sees that an empty boat, accidentally loosened from its moorings has bumped into him. Immediately his anger disappears...
.
sometimes look at people as I listen to them and in my head I am saying, "You're just an empty boat today and I'm not going to get mad at an empty boat..
those who try to trip your trigger..are just shooting blanks I say...be well/blue

 

[Du Lac]

The Master of Silence
A MONK called himself the Master of Silence. He was actually a fraud and had no genuine understanding. To sell his humbug Zen, he had two eloquent attendant monks to answer questions for him; but he himself never uttered a word, as if to show his inscrutable "Silent Zen".
One day, when his two attendants were away, a pilgrim monk came to him and asked: "Master what is the Buddha?"
Not knowing what to do or to answer, in his confusion he could only look desperately around inn al directions - east and west, here and there - for his missing mouthpieces (the two monks).
The pilgrim monk, apparently satisfied, then asked him: "What is the Dharma?"
He could not answer this question either, so he first looked up at the ceiling and then down at the floor, calling for help from heaven and earth.
Again the monk asked: "What is the Sangha?"
Now the Master of Silence could do nothing but close his eyes.
Finally the monk asked: ""What is blessing?"
In desperation, the Master of Silence helplessly spread his hands to the questioner as a sign of surrender.
But the pilgrim monk was very pleased and satisfied with this interview. He left the Silence Master and set out again on his journey.
On the road the pilgrim met the two attendant monks on their way home, and began telling them enthusiastically what an enlightened being this Master of Silence was. He said: "I asked him what Buddha is. At once he turned his face to the east and then to the west, implying that human beings are always looking for Buddha here and there, but actually Buddha is not to be found either in the east or in the west.
I then asked him what the Dharma is. In answer to this question he looked up and down, meaning that the truth of Dharma is a totality of equalness, there being no discrimination between high and low, basically.
In answering my question as to what the Sangha was, he simply closed his eyes and said nothing. That was a clue to the famous saying:
If one can close his eyes and sleep soundly in the deep recesses of the cloudy mountains,
He is then a great monk.
Finally, in answering my last question, 'What is the blessing?' he stretched out his arms and showed both his hands to me. This implied that he was stretching out his helping hands to guide sentient beings with his blessings. Oh, what an enlightened Zen Master! How profound is his teaching!"
When the attendant monks returned, the Master of Silence scolded them: "Where have you been all this time? A while ago I was embarrassed to death, and almost ruined, by an inquisitive pilgrim!"
[From Garma Chang: The Practice of Zen, p. 33-35]

 

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for the good wishes on my trip to Death Valley..It was quite an experience..hiking into deep canyons and feeling at some point the total silence of self..the valley is in its hundred year flood and blossoms are everywhere and folks were kayaking on the salt bed of bad water...the weather was perfect ..and the trip was enlightening... \
\ a very simple Zen tale -- !
A man goes out in his boat. It is a lovely day and he leans back, letting his fingers drift in the water. No one else is around and he lays back further and falls into a dreamy state. Suddenly out of nowhere, there is a huge bump/thud and the man falls onto the floor of the boat. He is furious! how dare someone be so careless and knock into his boat! When he gets up off his knees and looks around, he sees that an empty boat, accidentally loosened from its moorings has bumped into him. Immediately his anger disappears...
.
sometimes look at people as I listen to them and in my head I am saying, "You're just an empty boat today and I'm not going to get mad at an empty boat..
those who try to trip your trigger..are just shooting blanks I say...be well/blue

WELCOME back

good story, I like that!
My brother had a heat stroke in blythe and I went and retrieved him, people say there is miles and miles of nothing, I beg to differ, there is miles and miles of life in Death Valley! welcome back blue you!

 

[My Erotic Tale]

The Master of Silence
A MONK called himself the Master of Silence. He was actually a fraud and had no genuine understanding. To sell his humbug Zen, he had two eloquent attendant monks to answer questions for him; but he himself never uttered a word, as if to show his inscrutable "Silent Zen".
One day, when his two attendants were away, a pilgrim monk came to him and asked: "Master what is the Buddha?"
Not knowing what to do or to answer, in his confusion he could only look desperately around inn al directions - east and west, here and there - for his missing mouthpieces (the two monks).
The pilgrim monk, apparently satisfied, then asked him: "What is the Dharma?"
He could not answer this question either, so he first looked up at the ceiling and then down at the floor, calling for help from heaven and earth.
Again the monk asked: "What is the Sangha?"
Now the Master of Silence could do nothing but close his eyes.
Finally the monk asked: ""What is blessing?"
In desperation, the Master of Silence helplessly spread his hands to the questioner as a sign of surrender.
But the pilgrim monk was very pleased and satisfied with this interview. He left the Silence Master and set out again on his journey.
On the road the pilgrim met the two attendant monks on their way home, and began telling them enthusiastically what an enlightened being this Master of Silence was. He said: "I asked him what Buddha is. At once he turned his face to the east and then to the west, implying that human beings are always looking for Buddha here and there, but actually Buddha is not to be found either in the east or in the west.
I then asked him what the Dharma is. In answer to this question he looked up and down, meaning that the truth of Dharma is a totality of equalness, there being no discrimination between high and low, basically.
In answering my question as to what the Sangha was, he simply closed his eyes and said nothing. That was a clue to the famous saying:
If one can close his eyes and sleep soundly in the deep recesses of the cloudy mountains,
He is then a great monk.
Finally, in answering my last question, 'What is the blessing?' he stretched out his arms and showed both his hands to me. This implied that he was stretching out his helping hands to guide sentient beings with his blessings. Oh, what an enlightened Zen Master! How profound is his teaching!"
When the attendant monks returned, the Master of Silence scolded them: "Where have you been all this time? A while ago I was embarrassed to death, and almost ruined, by an inquisitive pilgrim!"
[From Garma Chang: The Practice of Zen, p. 33-35]

hehehe, that was cute Du~
'Impressions from a thousands minds' is another good one!

(we teach our dog to retrieve the newspaper,
everyday the task is the same, repetition,
finally one day the dog brings you the paper
you scold the dog and pat its behind with the paper
because ...it had teeth marks and dog drool on it!)
<perfection is not achieved over night>
<patience put a monkey in space, not verbal beatings <laughing>

<I actually wrote that trying to explain to Templminded <grin> Nin~
how they made me feel about a ...certain ...
'work' related topic? <grinin>

 

[bluerains]

WELCOME back

good story, I like that!
My brother had a heat stroke in blythe and I went and retrieved him, people say there is miles and miles of nothing, I beg to differ, there is miles and miles of life in Death Valley! welcome back blue you!

thanks ~A~
yes , miles of life and as du said in her story...I learned a lesson there also..being around much water , birds, wind , and trees ,,,I found myself in this great crevice
in total silence, not birds not a drop of wind just dead calm silence..and I wondered if any master could stop the sound of their heart beat or the rhythm of the breath or the noise of their thoughts and knew what it was to be silent for just a sec...and then the noise of myself was over welming.. it does say something for meditation in fact...to be as silent as that canyon.. I would cease to be....hum....I mean I would have to image myself as human all over again...I have a friend Ange who is moving to nevada in may ..I tried to talk him into doing more research...it is a very tight place to dwell given the places of water are so precise and the distance between the towns are isolating to me...but, it was a grand place to visit..and there are miles and miles of nothing ...but reflection...later/blue

 

[Du Lac]

To what shall
I liken the world?
Moonlight, reflected
In dewdrops.
Shaken from a crane's bill.

- Dogen, 1200 - 1253
The Zen Poetry of Dogen
Translated by Steven Heine

 

[My Erotic Tale]

ZMP~
When a dew drop falls ...!


When a dew drop falls?
that's not it at all!

It races to the edge
of a leaf or a rim
holds for a moment
calculations on a whim

Then dives with delight
embracing the splash
the deathly collide
dew and earth clash

a dew drop understands
and knows natures Art <grin>
the smaller it becomes
first riser to heaven

on an early morning mist
lies the secret dew wish
when the sun and earth kiss
arrives the dew drops lift

when a dew drop falls...
it is racing to heaven!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~`
>>> for the Du~ >>>


the best explanation for all things ...is time !
(that was just said on the TV and I wanted
to store it )<grin>

 

[bluerains]

Your Smile

ECLECTIC TEACHING
ACCEPTS NOTHING YET, APPROVES
THEIR ETERNITY

 

[bluerains]

some how,

you were punctured
by her heel
as your soul
shined her glory
underneath her footstool
being her servant
steady you steered her
ship of dominion
in silent screams
unable to heal
but
now
I
say
to
you
twas you
who held
the
lamp
who lit
the flame

 

[Du Lac]

Absolutly beautiful Rain... one of yours??? The last few lines seem familar... either way just stunning. I also love Diane Ackerman's NHof the senses.. I wrote a small article on Touch after reading it...
Du~

Just in case you may want to read it..
The Basic Need for Touch

you were punctured
by her heel
as your soul
shined her glory
underneath her footstool
being her servant
steady you steered her
ship of dominion
in silent screams
unable to heal
but
now
I
say
to
you
twas you
who held
the
lamp
who lit
the flame

 

[Guest]

ZMP~
When a dew drop falls ...!


When a dew drop falls?
that's not it at all!

It races to the edge
of a leaf or a rim
holds for a moment
calculations on a whim

Then dives with delight
embracing the splash
the deathly collide
dew and earth clash

a dew drop understands
and knows natures Art <grin>
the smaller it becomes
first riser to heaven

on an early morning mist
lies the secret dew wish
when the sun and earth kiss
arrives the dew drops lift

when a dew drop falls...
it is racing to heaven!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~`
>>> for the Du~ >>>


the best explanation for all things ...is time !
(that was just said on the TV and I wanted
to store it )<grin>

Hey, I like this ZMP, especially the 'It races to the edge ' stanza—what were you looking at with such a keen view?

 

[Du Lac]

You should each individually clarify your own mind, getting to the root without pursuing the branches. Just get to the root, and the branches come of themselves. If you want to get to the root, just get to know your mind. This mind is basically the root of all mundane and supramundane phenomena. As long as the mind does not become obsessed with all good and bad, you will realize that all things are basically just so.

- Ta-mei (ca.805)