This Zen teaching unfolds like a fan. (I use these two words, Zen and teaching, as tools to limit something that has no limits.)
The more we become aware, present, openly, selflessly, the more it unfolds, and the more it unfolds, the more the many dimensions of life unfold.
And in each of those dimensions of life this practice is alive!
This is compassion.
Unfolding like a fan
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Enseignante Zen et poète, Sensei Amy “Tu es cela” Hollowell est née et a grandi à Minneapolis, aux Etats-Unis. Arrivée en France en 1981 pour étudier la littérature et l’histoire, elle y est restée, s’installant à Paris, où elle élève ses deux enfants et gagne sa vie en tant que journaliste.
The Zen teacher and poet Amy “Tu es cela” Hollowell Sensei was born and raised in Minneapolis, but came to France in 1981 to study literature and history and has lived in Paris ever since, raising her two children and making a living as a journalist.
Never thought much about golf or about its major star Tiger Woods.
But now he is making headlines with his private life problems, and I wanted to read something about the guy.
Turns out he has a Buddhist mother and is a bit of a Buddhist himself.
We knew already that Buddhists aren’t necessarily sages.
Tiger has Thai, African, Chinese, American Indian, and European blood. He can hold everyone together. He is the Universal Child."—Kultida Woods, Tiger’s mother
I think it’s no coincidence that the greatest golfer in the history of the universe has a Buddhist mother. "I believe in Buddhism," Woods has said. "Not every aspect, but most of it. So I take bits and pieces. I don’t believe that human beings can achieve ultimate enlightenment, because humans have flaws."
"I like Buddhism because it’s a whole way of being and living," Tiger said in the Sports Illustrated article. "It’s based on discipline and respect and personal responsibility."
"Athletes aren’t as gentlemanly as they used to be," he has said. "I don’t like that change. I like the idea of being a role model. It’s an honor.
you mean there is an acceleration in it. ?
And it accelerates until you don’t know what is unfolding anymore or whom –
although we do your job – we clean our teeth – and do the dishes…
the wind of life just breathing right through us?
fanning and unfolding: cool breeze on my face –
I feel my self opening up to these many dimensions, flowing right through them; no-boundaries, no-mind; so hot…
thank you for the fan, limitless