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April 22, 2010


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Sorry Frank. These days I sail the seas of the Mind with a very low exposure.

But I can give you this tiny advice for your own journey.

Your heart needs to reprogram itself. It needs to be filled entirely with a dream of an odyssey of the spirit and not of the flesh.

It needs a tall tale to be wispered under the good sails of prajna and with a final destination in the skilled eye of its captain; the nirvanic shore of the Buddhas.

If you care for all suffering beings and your own self, ask for no more than this and above all, no less.

Minx, I must say your comments are among the most thought-provoking I've read. Do you have your own blog? If so, what's the web addy?

Ants on your keyboard is very auspicious indeed. It is a reminder from the great master Hakuin himself!


click on this link and scroll down to the poem;

An ant circles an iron handmill, around and around with never a rest.
Beings in the Six Paths of Existence are like this, suffering rebirth and redeath and never finding release.
Born here, dying there, becoming a demon, becoming an animal.
If you seek for liberation from this sorrow, hear the Sound of One Hand.”

Unlike most Japanese zen teachers, Hakuin (Rinzai-zen) was never a fan of Dogen. Hakuin once commented on Dogens soto-zen as; "sitting still and silent like a withered tree and holding on to death"(suzuki 1976,16).

It seems after all you have mighty protectors on your spiritual path (Laughs).

Minx, intriguing posts, to say the least. I'll have to consider your words for a while before responding. I'm watcing these ants crawl around my keyboard as I type this. Can't "control" them with ant spray because that might harm the cats...I'm no Jain, but I love my cats. I don't mind some ants, but when do some ants become too many? And when do some thoughts become too many? And for whom?

Frank wrote:

"Rather than dismiss the self as a fiction, Gotama presented it as a project to be realized."

He goes on in this vein, but why ruin the ending?

Frank, Frank...Its spring and a good time to play some zen tennis. LOL

Let me put it this way; If you are a simple man, a virtous man, a soul of apparently poor means and not not used to own precious things, and if as such a gentle soul one day recieve one very precious thing by some strange reason, your first thought will probably be, " what should i do with it?" . Your second will probably be , "If I hide it in this house, what if someone breakes in and steals it?!" and suddenly without realizing it, a subtle bond of interdependant origination is slowly being forged between you and that which presently preoccupies your mind. This is in a way "defilement" of the jewel, or more precisely, defilement of the right view of the "jewel", because the latter cannot in reality ever be defiled initself. It is fundamentaly and permanently pure. Undivided, uncreated, unborn and thus not subject to any tangibility by the mundane, divided, created or born.

Ensnared by the mundane world or mundane things, you have in a way become the very obstacle of your own self-realization. Something eternal or permanent in you is by your own desired existence as Frank, hindered to awake (Budh) to the absolute glory of its own true nature.

In a way, you become like a walking dead. Living in hell without knowing it. The distressing and numbing sensation is there, but not the realization of this spiritual dilemma, and thus, there is a silent suffering until the end of this life. No-thing can ever cure such a hopeless position of the mind. The only cure is to allow the mundane mind become silent and that which desires awakening become free to one day become en-light-ened by the larger Buddha Mind . The latter precedes your present artificial existence, which is dependant on so many internal and external factors (all impermanent). In the beginning of the path of true self-realization you are much like a caveman, lost in an icy cold wilderness, eager to find a fire to warm himself but unable to locate the fire due to a vast thick black cloud of thick poisonous smoke. If he doesnt find the fire he will certainly soon die in the cold of the wilderness but if he find the fire underneath all that smoke, he will first feel its warmth as a leading compass and soon stand face to face with its blazing glory and live! LOL.

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