A story I heard today:
After a ceremony in a Zen monastery in Japan, a Western visitor asked a monk, « I don’t really understand: to whom are you singing? »
The monk replied, « That’s difficult to answer because there is really no one singing. »
A story I heard today:
After a ceremony in a Zen monastery in Japan, a Western visitor asked a monk, « I don’t really understand: to whom are you singing? »
The monk replied, « That’s difficult to answer because there is really no one singing. »
Le Web carnet de Amy Hollowell Sensei, fondatrice de la Wild Flower Zen Sangha et successeur de Catherine Genno Pagès Roshi dans le lignage Zen Soto de Taizan Maezumi Roshi, fondateur du Centre Zen de Los Angeles.
The Web notebook of Amy Hollowell Sensei, founder of the Wild Flower Zen Sangha and dharma successor of Catherine Genno Pagès Roshi in the Soto Zen lineage of Taizan Maezumi Roshi, founder of the Los Angeles Zen Center.
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“Listen! Everything is singing!” you say.
Everything is singing its heart out.
How can one be deaf to that?
It reminds me of:
"Someone has drunk three bowls of the best wine, but says that he has not yet even moistened his lips." (Mumonkan case 10)
Thank you Tu.
« I hear and behold God in every object, yet understand God not in the least,
Nor do I understand who there can be more wonderful than myself. »
from « Song of Myself, » by Walt Whitman
I will not say, « Be it. »
Listen!
The plans, the projects, the futilities, the sobs, the laughs are all song!
Everything is singing! Everyone is singing!
When we hear one or all, then we hear no one singing.
“There is really no one singing.”
That’s a thin line to something personal I wanted to get off my chest.
Sometimes (like right now) I miss people who inspire me. “No one is singing”, in the sense that everyone is consumed with their plans and problems; is consumed with futilities.
People struggle to master the concepts of Buddhism (like emptiness, no-self, non-duality) just to discover that these concepts must be left behind.
But (right now) no one sings in a way that touches my heart.
What can I do?
I think I know what you’ll say: Be it.
If you don’t find the inspiration be the inspiration.
Give, and don’t expect anything in return.
This week I had a tear-jerker-work-shop in the red-light district of Amsterdam.
We learned to sing with a sob and a heavy vibrato; we learned to let it all out.
A few years ago at Todai-ji during Obon we were inmersed in mantras, people, statues, incense, candles and there we felt that the I, the you, the them are just referrals to what we consider our self, and they don’t matter as they’re just created by us.
Assailli par le sentiment de souffrance, cet hiver, je me suis demandé quel sens elle pouvait bien avoir. Alors j’ai cherché des textes pour m’aider à y voir plus clair.
Voici l’un de ceux que j’ai trouvés. Il nous donne aussi un éclairage sur la question posée ici.
« Use your suffering, have faith in it because it is telling you a truth that you are fighting as hard as you can not to know, even while you work hard to know who and what you are.
Your sufferings, your humiliation, your fear and anxiety are all telling you that you are not something.
But you misinterpret what it all says. You think that it is telling you that you
are nothing.»
(Albert Low)
free trranslation:
"… it will be me, it wil be the silence, where I am, I don’t know, I will never know, in the silence one doesn’t know, one must go on, I will go on."
‘Molloy – Malone dies – Nameless’ Samuel Beckett
Who am I?