Let Be Be the Finale of Seem

It is so easy for us to fall into a train of delay and re-schedule in our lives: waiting for all the ducks to line up. There is no reason, as Linji says, to defer our life, waiting for some other moment or outcome. Let’s have it right here and right now.

Very Near to Zen

On the last night of retreat, to celebrate the nighttime stories I would read my girls years ago, I chose to close with Margaret Wise Brown’s “Good Night Moon.” For me, it has always been a book that was “very near to Zen.”

Alone in the Moonlight

Abandonment and alone-ness. There is a beautiful backstory to the above haiku. In pre-modern Japan, as in many poor agricultural and hunter-gatherer cultures, societies practiced senicide. In Japanese, it was called “ubasute” 姥捨, abandoning to die an old woman who can no longer work.

Fishing with a Straight Hook

I want to make a confession: in working with students on hundreds of koans over some years, I have developed a few favorites in the curriculum. And I also have a couple that I have struggled a bit to embrace. One of the koans I have come to deeply appreciate for its warmth and humanity is the well-known “Dizang’s Intimate” from The Book of Serenity. Dizang asks Fayan, “Where are you going?” Fayan replies, “Around on pilgrimage.” Dizang asks, “What is the purpose of your pilgrimage?” Fayan responds, “I don’t know.” Dizang tells him, “Not knowing is most intimate.”

Singing Ghost Stories

Two years after the attack on the World Trade Center, I was transferred by my company to New York to help run its financial research department. As part of the move, the company put us up in corporate housing for a bit, which turned out to be only a block south of Ground Zero (the cheapest real estate in Manhattan at the time).

When we first visited the apartment, I opened the door for my wife and two little girls. Rose, who was five at the time, immediately ran across the living room, wrapped herself in a sheer curtain, and said, “Look Daddy, I’m a ghost!” Later, when we put them to bed, we had to shut the curtains because the construction lights in the pit, which by then was clean of debris pile, were too bright.

Returning to the Source

Seeing the Tracks, Seeing the Ox, Ox Forgotten, and Self Forgotten are all varying degrees of emptiness. With the ninth Oxherding Picture, we return to the world of form, but only after having experienced the vast emptiness described in the eighth picture, Both Self and Ox Forgotten.

Without Devices

This week we are looking at verses four and five of the classic Ten Oxherding Pictures, which for me, together represent the question: “How do we practice?” It is a most basic question in Zen, the Buddhist school of meditation, and yet, we find little guidance in the classic koan texts.

Dragons Moving, Oxen Moving

Finally, in the sixth picture, we find an easy joy welling up, and for the first time, we actually climb onto the Ox and ride home. It is in this stage, Harada Sogaku believes, that we first experience true awakening.