A couple of weeks ago, we visited the river: “All things merge into one,” wrote Norman Maclean, “and a river runs through it.” And now we are back. If we look at the river from a high level, we might call it the Tao, or the Way. And by retrieving the coin that has been lost in the river, we are recovering the treasures of our lives.
A student asked Zhaozhou, “Does a newborn baby have consciousness?”Zhaozhou said, “It’s like tossing a […]
I broke my favorite coffee mug yesterday. My daughter, in her second-grade ceramics class, had splashed on a mottled glaze of white, gray-blues and green, and I had used it hundreds, perhaps a thousand times. Each time was a pleasure, seeing its form and knowing its provenance. I had set the empty cup on a cabinet in my office, it fell on the carpet, and when I moved my chair to pick it up, the chair crushed it. I felt like the dopey Emperor Wu, who his whole life regretted not having known that Bodhidharma was a great sage.
In a dark, early morning Los Angeles zendo some years ago, a couple of monks came in late for the first sitting. The teacher spoke into the room: “When you hear the morning bell, just get up! Nothing more. Just get up! It is so simple.” Words I tell myself as my alarm goes off for our morning Open Temple…
The koan above, from our Miscellaneous collection, is utterly simple, and that is its grand beauty, its infinite generosity. The koan is not just about getting to the dokusan (private interview) room. It is also about the miracle of how we arrived; at this place and this time in this life. To get to this life, how my steps did it take? How much effort expended?
This koan was offered in Pacific Zen’s Open Temple sitting a few mornings ago, and immediately it resonated with some thoughts, dreams and emails regarding teaching that I have been exploring over the past weeks. This exchange between Dongshan and his teacher was all the more touching to me because it was their last; Yunyan died soon afterward. Traditionally, a teacher would give his student the teacher’s portrait when he formally recognized the student as his successor.
Susan Murphy Roshi is the founding teacher of the Zen Open Circle in Sydney and for two decades has served as its guiding teacher. She also guides the Melbourne Zen Group and Mountains and Rivers Zen, Hobart, in Australia. Susan, who has been affiliated with Pacific Zen and its associates since the mid-1980s, received transmission as a Roshi from John Tarrant in 2001. She works as writer, freelance radio producer, and film director, and previously served as a university lecturer in film studies. In addition to several books on film, Susan is author of Upside-Down Zen, A Direct Path into Reality; Minding the Earth, Mending the World: Zen and the Art of Planetary Crisis; and Red Thread Zen: Humanly Tangled in Emptiness.
But in waking life, the next few days became more difficult for her, she spiraled down into a thud-bounce. At her low point, she sent me an email asking for advice: should she stay and participate, stay and not participate, or leave the retreat altogether? I suggested: “Stay and participate for no good reason.”