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Lessons From My Dog

All day my knees have been aching severely, I think, because of a rain / snow mix that is on the way.

So, as we got ready to go on our weekend family walk (my son rides his bike so we have to hustle to keep up) on a trail by our home, I found myself being really grumpy and irritable.

However, my 14 year old dog (Shepherd/Basenji mix), who takes glucosamin for dogs because of her severe arthritis, just as happily and as eager and as enthusiastically as ever wags her tail and limps along the path.

The spirit of my dog really put me to shame.  She wasn’t about to let her aching and stiff joints keep her from being in the moment and thouroughly enjoying herself.

By the end of our walk about an hour later, she is no longer limping, but is clearly glad to be home.

I can’t help but think that this dog has Buddha nature, because she teaches me lessons like this almost every day.  (And although my knees didn’t feel any better after our walk, my spirits did!)

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What is a Teacher?

Hi.I often get the question "What is a teacher?"A teacher is "something that teaches something to something".It can be a teacher teaching a student how to read or sit.It can be a stone teaching you not to kick it because it will hurt if you do.It can be ...
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“Bump in the road”

Hi. Today we’ll be talking a little about ”the bumps in our lives”. Doctor Glas, Hjalmar söderberg We want to be loved; failing that, admired; failing that, feared; failing that, hated and despised. At all costs we want to stir up some sort of feeling in ...
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Hicks in the City


The balance of the day yesterday was exploring our New York neighborhood.

For any number of years our visits have always had us sleeping at the Riverside Towers on the upper West Side. A good location, three blocks from Zabars. But I swear if they have a motto it would have to be "guaranteed, no rats." Talk about bare bones...

Now we're at the Washington Jefferson on 51st, just off 8th Ave., at the edge of the Theatre District. I think technically we're in Hell's Kitchen.

yesterday after walking around and around for a while we had dinner at a nice little Spanish restaurant, Old San Juan's. Good food.

Thanks to our tkts tickets we took in the Fantasticks. The long running show closed after 9/11, but has reopened in the newly refurbished off Broadway venue the Snapple Theater Center. We saw a Perfect Murder there a few years ago, and at least I was disappointed at what I considered a high end amateur production. So, once we figured out where we were, we were both anxious. Need not have been. It was a delightful experience. The whole cast absolutely professional, and as I was unfamiliar with the plot, a sweet story. It even had a bit of what I think of as soul.

As I mentioned yesterday our new hotel is also pretty bare bones, but of a different character than the Riverside. Clean and charming, while the other is dingy. I think this one is considered a hotel in the European manner. We're in what I'd guess to be about two hundred square feet, Jan is sure much smaller. She's usually right about these things. It's certainly little more than a nice bed, a desk and chair, a wall mounted TV, and a tiny bathroom with shower.

There is no thermostat & the heat is provided by some sort of radiator system. Once we figured out how to open the window, while feeling mild waves of guilt over the waste of energy, we also no longer feel we're in a hot house. Our room is to the front of the hotel. Last night the street noise was something fierce.

When I inquired about it with the bellman, he said "welcome to New York."

Today we plan on spending some serious time at the Strand, then visit the Tenement museum & get to the Lion Brand Yarn Studio.

We major way splurged and are going to see Van Morrison this evening.

Ah, the tourist life...


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Weekly ‘SATURDAY LIVE FROM TREELEAF’ Zazenkai Meditation

WARNING: THE SIGNAL FOR TODAY'S NETCAST CUTS OUT MIDWAY THROUGH ZAZEN. SO, PLEASE KEEP GOIN' ON YOUR OWN TODAY (SITTING TIME: 40 MINUTES), FOLLOWED BY KINHIN, VERSE OF ATONEMENT & FOUR VOWSPlease join our weekly "Live from Treeleaf" Zazenkai...
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Zen and Poetry: a Brief Conversation



The following discussion on Zen and Poetry took place at Dharma Zen Center in Los Angeles on March 17, 1997. My Grand-Teacher, Zen Master Sŭngsan agreed to meet with me to answer my questions about the role poetry plays in meditation practice as well as in teaching and conveying Zen mind to the Western World. It is included here to serve as a catalyst of understanding for Zen Poetry as well as a wonderful teaching about how we all can live in this world.

Dochong: Hello sir, I’m very happy to see you again. You are looking quite well after your recent eye surgery, so I hope you are up to these many questions I have brought. I decided to write them on a list so I wouldn’t forget what it was I wanted to discuss with you. So if you are ready we’ll get started.

Zen Master Seung Sahn: (glancing at the ominous list in my hand) So, you have many questions?

DC: Yes Sir, I realize this isn’t our normal Zen style, but I felt it would be important to students, as well as readers of poetry, to understand how you, a Zen Master, might approach the subject of poetry. Along this line, if you don’t mind, the first question is; why do you, as a Zen Master, bother to compose poems?

ZMSS: For you. (the two of us laugh at this answer)

DC: Thank you very much for all your wonderful gifts! That’s a very good answer. I was wondering about when you compose a poem, do you actually reflect on the situation and then write using “beautiful language?”

ZMSS: No. Only whatever situation comes up or appears, then I will compose a poem. Not so much checking situations, and not so much making something.

DC: So, what you are saying is that only just this moment, whatever appears is usually your subject for a poem.

ZMSS: Exactly, this moment appears, then compose a poem.

DC: In your teaching I have often heard you say that people suffer from word sickness so word medicine is necessary. Along those lines would you describe how you use language in your poetry?

ZMSS: Simple! Only whatever situation comes up or appears! Any style of writing is OK. You know, Korean, Japanese, English, any kind of writing, but most importantly only what appears.

DC: As you say, “Simple.” But, this all seems much too simple to a complicated mind. I love reading your poetry because it allows me to connect to this moment, so what if I was to say to you, “I love your poems; they are so beautiful,” what would you say to me in response?

ZMSS: I don’t care! (much laughter.)

DC: Of course! I should have known you’d say that! In your teaching you often talk about candy, which can be words, or possibly artwork, or even the environment surrounding us, something that gives us a good feeling. You also use existential questions known as Kong-ans (Japanese: Koans) which have hooks in them designed to catch our conceptual mind and trap us within the labyrinth of our own thinking. Eventually out of this internal struggle with trying to understand that which cannot be conceptualized will come some opening to the world of truth. Considering all this then, a Zen Master’s words can sometimes be candy and sometimes hooks. Is there candy in your poems? Are there hooks? And would you explain what you mean?

ZMSS: Yes, sometimes candy and sometimes hooks appear in my poems, but realize that I don’t create candy or hooks in these poems. They are written, with no intention, only for all of my students.

DC: OK., so I know that you have studied the poetry of other Zen Masters and sometimes quote their poems in your talks as well as in print; an example would be in one of your recent books, The Whole World is a Single Flower. What happens in your mind when you read or hear other people’s poetry?

ZMSS: I never check other people’s poetry. The mind with which I read or comment on another’s poetry is only a practicing mind, so their meaning appears, then I only comment.

DC: So, you keep a clear mind to penetrate the meaning of other’s poetry, but I wondering what is the best way to read your poems so that I may learn your teaching?

ZMSS: Put it all down, everything! Then my mind and your mind can connect.

DC: That’s not so easy. To some extent, I suppose we all are trying to find the meaning in life, to transcend our attachment to intellectual understanding. But, I was wondering, is poetry Zen? Does true poetry manifest Zen mind?

ZMSS: Zen mind, poetry mind, writing mind, practicing mind, are all not different.

DC: So would you say it is better to write poems or to talk about poems?

ZMSS: I really don’t like to talk about poems. If you see clear, hear clear, and smell clear, then everything is clear. So, only what appears then only write that down. Not so much like poetry people getting together talking about this poem is this and that poem is something else. This is making something, like painting legs on the picture of a snake, a snake doesn’t need legs to get around. I don’t use this style so much.

DC: So, if I might paraphrase what you just said and ask it another way; only reading the poem, then (claps hands) cut off all thinking, and then only what appears in this moment is all that is necessary?

ZMSS: Yes. It’s very simple. For example, in my poetry book, Bone of Space, when I traveled around Europe, for each city I visited I wrote a poem. If you read these poems you will understand the situation, condition and relationship that existed during that trip—how I connected to this country, how I connected to this city, and how I understood these cities. Something would appear and I would only compose a poem. This is not special, in writing poetry I only see clearly, hear clearly, smell clearly, and think clearly. My thinking is also clear, not checking anything, just thinking clearly. So then, just think, just think clearly and then compose a poem. That was the poetry style I used going around to those various cities. Only what appeared I would write down.
DC: I have another question. In the west there is a rhyming poetry style, or in Japan there is Haiku which is limited to 32 syllables, these are poetic structures. These structures or forms are interesting but seem to sometime limit or control the expression. In the spirit of Zen it appears to me that Zen poetry has no structure, is this correct?

ZMSS: Yes, that is correct.

DC: So, just whatever appears we should write down?

ZMSS: Haiku poets all only follow this Japanese style. This style is very tight and everyone is attached to the form. Zen means, don’t attach to name and form. Perceive everything. Don’t attach to any country, any people, any form, any situation, any condition, only bring them together, then become one. Then, if some idea appears, or some form appears, or some speech appears, that’s all, OK.? My poetry is not making something, it is a manifestation of seeing clearly, hearing clearly and thinking clearly, then the poem appears by itself.
A long time ago in Japan there was a region known as Matsushima. Matsushima is a location near the ocean, surrounded by mountains, rivers, trees and flowers. This was a very beautiful area and attracted many poets and artists. All of the poets would travel to this place and then compose many beautiful poems. Eventually many books about Matsushima appeared. Around this same period, a very famous Zen Master and Poet named Basho read these poems and looked at the artwork and decided to visit Matsushima to see this wondrous place for himself. When Basho saw the beauty of this place he wrote the following poem, only three sentences:

Matsushima—
ah, Matsushima!
Matsushima!
Only three sentences. This is a very famous Zen poem. This is the heart of Zen you know. Only Matsushima is Matsushima, it is very simple.

DC: Wow, I don’t think you can get simpler than that. I suppose the poetry I have written doesn’t have the simplicity of Basho’s three lines, but I would appreciate your comments on a poem I wrote while both of us were visiting Nam Wah Sah in China in 1996. Because we shared the same experience it would be helpful to me to have your comments.

It is called All People Become One.

people have come to Hui Neng’s Temple
to celebrate
“The Whole World is a Single Flower,
All People Become One.”
China
Korea
Hong Kong
Malaysia
Russia
South Africa
Canada
USA
Poland
Hungary
the abbot Fo Yuen is happy to see us.
Dae Soen Sa Nim
has achieved the impossible again.
one man’s vision, bring Zen back to China
chanting the Heart Sutra, the main Buddha Hall
reverberates with joy.
if all people become one,
what does the one become?
So Sir, in all my humbleness I ask you, would you consider this Zen poetry?

ZMSS: Yes, this poem is OK. However, in Zen poetry, or any kind of poem, the last sentence is very important. In the end of this poem you have some question, correct? You say; ‘If all people become one, what does the one become?’ This sentence is correct, but the next line, the last line, is very important.

DC: So, what you are saying is that I haven’t quite finished this poem?

ZMSS: That is correct, one more line is necessary. I might suggest that you add this as the last line; ‘I bow to the statue of the Sixth Patriarch.” This was the Sixth Patriarch’s temple that we were visiting so some comment about our Ancestor is necessary to properly finish this poem. This last line is very important. This one sentence. This is a live sentence, in my Zen teaching we call that, just like this.

DC: Let me understand what you just said. You are saying that Zen Poetry always should end with some type of live sentence, or in Zen terminology, a just like this sentence.

ZMSS: Of course, this is a very important point. This last sentence is most important.

DC: OK. So this brings the poem full circle and gives it life.

ZMSS: Correct. These are live words. So poems are; only thinking, thinking, thinking, thinking, then some question appears, then boom! – live words!

DC: Like you always tell us “cut off all thinking,” right? Only this moment. So this style is also teaching people. When they read that, then they may say “Oh, yes this is very simple, all of this thinking, but then everything returns to this moment.”

ZMSS: Yes, in this moment, boom! – just like this! (more laughter) So, you like to make these poems. That is very wonderful, you are a great man.

DC: Now that I have my courage up may we try another poem from the same trip we shared.
.
Chogye Mountain

nestled into Chogye Mountain
Nam Wah Sa is the birthplace
of our current practice.
more than 1,000 years have passed
since the illiterate man
built this place.
many enlightened beings
have tread its hallways.
the energy is overwhelming
to walk in the footsteps
of the 6th Patriarch.
to see the tradition live on,
South China Temple
will emerge from
the Communist rubble
like the lotus flower
emerges from the mud.
Om nam,
Om nam........

ZMSS: Oh, this poem is very good. Om nam, Om nam… is very good to close the poem with, but again this is the Sixth Patriarch’s temple, so in this case some line or word from the Sixth Patriarch is necessary. Maybe you could say, “originally nothing” and insert it just before Om nam. Right here. So then the end of the poem reads; Originally nothing, Om nam, Om nam…. You understand? Then you give this poem some life and connection with Hui Neng.

DC: Yes I can see that. Thank you for your assistance, thank you very much. I started writing poetry after reading Cold Mountain by Han Shan and Bone of Space which is your book of poetry. I am attracted to Han Shan because of his honest simplicity and I enjoy your poems because they cut through my thinking and bring me right into the present moment.

ZMSS: What do you see now? What do you here now? Just become clear.
(Zen Master Sŭngsan actually just asked me a question and I missed it!)
DC: I began to assemble this book of poems to help with Zen practice. Only, thinking, thinking, thinking, thinking, then, as you said, – what now? Only return to this moment, what am I seeing, touching, smelling. I look at each moment, much as I do a poem I have written.

ZMSS: So, you must understand that everything is changing, changing, changing. Mountains, rivers, this earth, the sun, the stars, everything is changing. But, what is the one thing that is not changing? So, this is a very important point, the world is changing, changing, changing, but what is it that is not changing?

DC: (I had been carrying this idea for quite some time before this discussion and was happy that I was getting to express it with the founding teacher of my school, little did I know....) I would have to say, don’t know. Don’t know is never changing.

ZMSS: (he smiles a crooked smile I have seen far too often, which tells me I missed the mark again) Nooooo! Don’t know is also changing! (then breaks into much more laughter)

DC: (a little startled because the rug got pulled out again) So Sir, you won’t ever give me anything to attach to, will you?!

ZMSS: So I ask you, what is not changing? This moment is very important; but, what is not changing? Don’t know, is no problem. Why, is no problem. Questioning, is no problem. But, what is not changing? This means, your shirt is grey and your beard is brown. That’s all. Life sentence. Just like this—this moment. This moment mind is never changing, this moment is the truth. What do you see now, what do you hear now, what action is occurring right now. This moment is very important. But also, not now! This moment is very important. Buddha taught us that past, present and future are the three worlds, OK? Each of these worlds are changing. Zen teaches we have no past, we have no present and we have no future, because if you say present that is already past. Time is non stop, so we have no present. In the Diamond Sutra it says, “Past mind cannot get enlightenment, present mind cannot get enlightenment, future mind also cannot get enlightenment.” So, what kind of mind do you get. That’s a very important point. This means that everything is always changing, time is always changing, the present is always changing, the future is always changing, and space is also changing. Also, any kind of name and form is changing, and the truth is changing. If you say the truth and already it is changing. So, we don’t say truth. But if you don’t say truth, then what is truth? This means, maybe shouting, “KATZ!,” then saying; “sky is blue, tree is green,” that’s all. Your poetry should also be this style. When you compose a poem, then maybe some kind of opposites thinking will appear, like crying and laughing or coming and going, so you write this down. Then by itself a question appears – boom! Life sentence.

DC: So if I had a second chance at answering your question, I would answer; your sweater is grey.

ZMSS: Correct. Very simple. Your statement is like Basho’s trip to Matsushima where he didn’t really say anything. Many other poets wrote very special words to describe their experiences. But he only said;

Matsushima—
ah, Matsushima!
Matsushima!

Only Matsushima. This is number one very important point. If you want to understand poetry that is great Zen poetry.

DC: I gather then what you are saying is that if you want to understand Matsushima you must visit Matsushima on your own, then Basho’s mind and my mind become one is possible.

ZMSS: If you want to understand Matsushima you must go over there and see. Matsushima is not different.............
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selfless devotion


a selfless devotion of purity,
to care for another and understand
that we are here to hold each other up,
when life throws us curves
we must bend with them or break.
a great zen teacher once said,
“we die, and we do not die.”
the meaning can get lost in a sea of self deception.
as we pass in and out of existence,
what is it that we learn
from the tears,
from the sorrow,
from the laughter
and the happiness?
the effort we put forth in our lives,
the grace that we shine into this world,
it is all that we can do,
to know that to be human
is all that we could ever be,
but it is the kindness
and the gentleness
that sets us apart
from the reactions
that serve no purpose
of good.
thank you
you inspire me to smile
and knowing that you are there
and caring for my well being
is the most intimate gift
any person can give to another.
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Opening the Heart: Ann Arbor Talk, Part 1

Here's the talk I gave in Ann Arbor a few weeks ago, in five parts due to limitations of the blogspot memory. Thanks to Tara for all his work on this.

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Opening the Heart: Ann Arbor Talk, Part 2

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Opening the Heart: Ann Arbor Talk, Part 3

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