The art of Zen is none other than the art of life.
As Brando so aptly noted, Hamlet’s soliloquy, Act III, Scene 2, says it all:
« Let your own discretion be your tutor. Suit the action to the word, the word to the action, with this special observance, that you o’erstep not the modesty of nature: for anything so o’erdone is from the purpose of playing, whose end, both at the first and now, was and is, to hold as ’twere the mirror up to nature. »
A lesson for all artists, perhaps, and likewise the humbling lesson for us all:
To be as just this, nothing more nothing less, as I stumble and rise, stumble and rise…
" Apprendre la simplicité des jours "
titel of a great poem – i don’t have in french.
("given" by a good zen teacher.)
Someone told me. If you talk to these people about Buddhism you will be feeding pearls to pigs. (My translation of a common expression in our language)
But we all “are that”. We never parted from our unborn true nature. Not one single person.
So my theory says that no person is unfit to receive the full load of Dharma.
No levels. No hidden meanings. No teachings kept away from the crowds.
No pig is unworthy of the pearl.