« Don’t try to figure out who you are, » said the Zen master Tozan Ryokai. « If you try to figure out who you are, what you understand will be far away from you. You will have just an image of yourself. »
And Eka, the student who would become the successor of the Zen master Bodhidharma, said it another way: « Because I know myself very well, it is difficult to say who I am. »
Who is it then? Or what? And where?
The illusion that establishes the "I", that differentiates, among the river of thoughts that we’re all immersed, that we all share, even though we see them as ours… until we leave the river and break the illusion.
Who is it then? Or what? And where?
Who considers a point? Amid whose thoughts?
What is a thought? Who thinks?
So many questions…
I dont know. I will keep all life trying but I will never know. That’s so beautiful. That’s my life.
Who considers a point? Amid whose thoughts?
What is a thought? Who thinks?
What is the "I" but a point we consider fixed amidst the turmoil of our thoughts, and beyond that the true "I" is neither near nor far.