To shake off the
Dust of human ambition
I sit on moss in
Zen robes of stillness,
While through the window,
In the setting sun
Of late autumn,
Falling leaves whirl
And drop to the stone dais.
@rookie54said To shake off the
Dust of human ambition
I sit on moss in
Zen robes of stillness,
While through the window,
In the setting sun
Of late autumn,
Falling leaves whirl
And drop to the stone dais.
~ Tesshu Tokusai (?–1366)
So full of my stillness
other people shout at me
with words of a culture
I have long left behind.
My nethers are damp
and the mold will consume me.
I'm tempted to scratch or
seek medical attention,
but everything comes
and goes in its time.
The moon, emerging,
Floats where clouds are not;
Wind rises,
Strikes the purity of night,
Stars compete
In trembling flickers,
The Milky Way is empty,
Clear, and bright.
Old trees’ sparse shadows
Intersperse.
Scared birds cut off their
Noises lingering.
This autumn I am rapt
In what’s already awry,
While crickets campaign
Again at night.
As to the roaming of sages,
They move in utter emptiness,
Let their minds meander in the great nothingness;
They run beyond convention
And go through where there is no gateway.
They listen to the soundless
And look at the formless,
They are not constrained by society
And not bound to its customs.
You have obstacles only because you have not realized the emptiness of the eons.
Genuine Wayfarers are never like this; they just dissolve their history according to conditions, dressing according to circumstances, acting when they need to act, and sitting when they need to sit, without any idea of seeking the fruits of buddhahood.
If somebody hurts us and we are sore, we are in the wrong also.
TWELVE STEPS AND TWELVE TRADITIONS, p. 90
What a freedom I felt when this passage was pointed out to me! Suddenly I saw that I could do something about my anger, I could fix me, instead of trying to fix them. I believe that there are no exceptions to the axiom. When I am angry, my anger is always self-centered. I must keep reminding myself that I am human, that I am doing the best I can, even when that best is sometimes poor. So I ask God to remove my anger and truly set me free.
Down to the stream
to watch the jade flow
or back to the cliff
to sit on a boulder.
Mind like a lone cloud
clinging to nothing;
what do I need in the faraway world?
@rookie54said If somebody hurts us and we are sore, we are in the wrong also.
TWELVE STEPS AND TWELVE TRADITIONS, p. 90
What a freedom I felt when this passage was pointed out to me! Suddenly I saw that I could do something about my anger, I could fix me, instead of trying to fix them. I believe that there are no exceptions to the axiom. When I am angry, my anger is always sel ...[text shortened]... I can, even when that best is sometimes poor. So I ask God to remove my anger and truly set me free.
This quote implies that the solution to being “hurt” is binary; I.e. “I fix myself instead of fixing them”
I see no wisdom or truth in this, just more impractical cookie-cutter flimflam from the big box of pseudo-bhuddist pretensions.
What a “hurt” person needs isn’t a binary option to “fix themselves” instead of “fixing the other”, it’s the wisdom and sincere authentic support to make better choices about who they associate with and trust in the first place.
Sorry to be blunt, but all this St Nonesuch of Doncaster sitting up a pole meditating the splinters up his ass is the stuff of social media soundbite internet memes.
@divegeestersaid This quote implies that the solution to being “hurt” is binary; I.e. “I fix myself instead of fixing them”
I see no wisdom or truth in this, just more impractical cookie-cutter flimflam from the big box of pseudo-bhuddist pretensions.
What a “hurt” person needs isn’t a binary option to “fix themselves” instead of “fixing the other”, it’s the wisdom and sincere aut ...[text shortened]... up a pole meditating the splinters up his ass is the stuff of social media soundbite internet memes.
I didn't see much, if any, Buddhism, pseudo or otherwise, in the AA quote.
What I did see is a typical Christian perspective of going too far. We do foolish things in anger, then feel very guilty, so guilty that we renounce everything including the initial feeling of anger.
Feeling anger is not 'wrong'. Feelings in general are not 'wrong'. It's how we act on them that counts.
@rookie54said Down to the stream
to watch the jade flow
or back to the cliff
to sit on a boulder.
Mind like a lone cloud
clinging to nothing;
what do I need in the faraway world?
~ Cold Mountain
A roof, a book, a cup of tea,
a boyfriend, a girlfriend,
a cabbage, and me.
In everyone it towers like
A mile high wall,
Flashing a great precious light
In everyone’s presence.
One thought ten thousand years,
Ten thousand years one thought,
Eating when hungry,
Sleeping when tired,
Who worries about the alternation
Of light and dark,
The change of the seasons?
He waits as at dusk, bamboo walking stick in hand,
At the headwaters of Tiger Creek,
Leading us on as we listen to mountain echoes,
Following the water’s way.
Patches of wildflowers bloom.
A solitary bird calls from the valley floor.
We sit evening zazen in the empty forest:
Quiet pine winds bring the scent of autumn.
@rookie54said He waits as at dusk, bamboo walking stick in hand,
At the headwaters of Tiger Creek,
Leading us on as we listen to mountain echoes,
Following the water’s way.
Patches of wildflowers bloom.
A solitary bird calls from the valley floor.
We sit evening zazen in the empty forest:
Quiet pine winds bring the scent of autumn.
Autumn begins unnoticed
Nights slowly lengthen,
And little by little,
Clear winds turn colder and colder,
Summer’s blaze giving way.
My thatch hut grows still.
At the bottom stair, in bunchgrass,
Wet dew shimmers.
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