Boundlessness

Boundlessness

Boundlessness, the Heart Sutra says, is the nature of all things. The limits, too, are limitless. That is, I am not limited by the limits of my boundless body. I go to sleep at night, or I am sleepless, and I wake in the morning, ready or not.

Par |2015-10-02T20:20:05+01:00octobre 4th, 2008|Textes|3 Commentaires

Every leaf is a sudden fall

A runny nose has caught up with me in this season of fading away. The sidewalks in Paris are paved with a golden dropping off. One by one, every leaf is a sudden fall. As Joshu said: "A clay buddha does not pass through water. A gold buddha does not pass through a furnace. A [...]

Par |2015-10-02T20:19:38+01:00septembre 30th, 2008|Textes|1 Commentaire

Neither near nor far

The garden wilder than ever today, Sunday morning wind seems to whip even the sun here and there. Is something ending or beginning? September is neither near nor far. What season is it? This one. And in his sutra, the layman Vimalakirti said: "Ah, Rahula, you should not speak of the benefits and blessings gained [...]

Par |2015-10-02T20:18:17+01:00septembre 7th, 2008|Textes|10 Commentaires

The essential seat

After this month away from writing here, I return with the essential: As Master Dogen said, "Why give up your own seat and wander about in the dusty realms of foreign countries?" If we don't practice here, where will we practice? If we don't practice now, when will we practice?

Par |2015-10-02T20:17:58+01:00septembre 3rd, 2008|Textes|5 Commentaires

A week in retreat

Heading off to retreat in Portugal. Thus stillness visits for a week in the absence of words here. Yet the coming and going is open-ended. And presence is neither here nor there. How sweet it is.

Par |2015-10-02T20:17:38+01:00juillet 31st, 2008|Textes|1 Commentaire
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