Saturday, October 10, 2009

Liquid Sunshine

"Liquid Sunshine", number 167 of 188 from Robert Aitken's book Miniatures of a Zen Master.

Photo by Will Simpson
From One world at a time

My meteorological friends will love today miniature. Aitken tells of his Hawaiian youth where ""liquid sunshine," as we called it as children, when it sprinkles on a bright day. The sun shines through the light rain and the effect is lovely. The Hawaiians call this phenomenon kilihune."

Turns out Hawaiians are quite creative in naming their rains. In a contest with the Inuit's names for snow, the Hawaiians are the champions. Another example of Hawaiian names for rain which I found in an article in The Independent published in the UK, is lanipali, which means a very heavy shower. Its literal meaning, however, is "shower reaching to heaven".

How sweet, a shower reaching to heaven. Those Hawaiians are close to the rain.

Any error or confusion created by my commentary on
Miniatures of a Zen Master
is solely a reflection of my own delusion and ignorance.
Any merit generated by this activity is solely the result of
Aitken Roshi's clear teaching and is dedicated to
all Buddhas and Bodhisattvas throughout space and time.

Friday, October 9, 2009

Incredibly Naive

"Incredibly Naive", number 166 of 188 from Robert Aitken's book Miniatures of a Zen Master.

One minute we feel superior the next we are dead. What good is this superior feeling now?

I'm reminded about the Seung Sahn saying "you must become stupid" as a way of practicing. What we call intellect and reason only get us so far down the path. At some point they become barriers. When death approaches, intellect and reason will be of no use. This become stupid is not a become ignorant. Instead it is becoming more open, less rigid.

don't know... don't know... don't know... don't know... don't know... don't know... don't know... don't know... don't know... don't know... don't know... don't know... don't know... don't know... don't know... don't know... don't know... don't know...

Looks stupid but is intimate in ways knowledge and reason could never be.

John Daido Loori Roshi, successor to Hakuyu Taizan Maezumi Roshi, founder of the Mountains and Rivers Order of Zen Buddhism, and abbot of Zen Mountain Monastery, and one of the most influential Zen masters in the West, died at the Monastery in Mount Tremper, New York on Friday, October 9th.

It is a sad day. Zen has lost a giant. Hand together in gratitude. I have a picture of Daido that I'll carry with me for 49 days.

Tuesday, October 6, 2009

Reading the Book

"Reading the Book", number 165 of 188 from Robert Aitken's book Miniatures of a Zen Master.

Thank you Roshi for introducing me to Simone Weil.

The seasons change but fall does not become winter.

Sunday, October 4, 2009

Humane Antennae

"Humane Antennae", number 164 of 188 from Robert Aitken's book Miniatures of a Zen Master.

Today's miniature is contains a cute story of the Roshi being caught parked in a no parking zone. Aitken was a bit obtuse and acted the cranky old man. The security guard played along. A humane human.

This little tidbit was in my email this morning. Looking through my email and also at twitter is like opening thousands of sweet notes to the heart.

This is from Tricycle's Daily Dharma.

The Teacher in Everything

In taking up Zen Buddhism, we find that the life of the Buddha is our own life. Not only Shakyamuni's life, but the lives of all the succeeding teachers in our lineage are our own lives. As Wu-men Hui-k'ai has said, in true Zen practice our very eyebrows are tangled with those of our ancestral teachers, and we see with their eyes and hear with their ears. This is not because we copy them, or change to be like them. I might explain Wu-men's words by saying that in finding our own true nature, we find the true nature of all things, which the old teachers so clearly showed in their words and actions.

But the authentic experience of identity is intimate beyond explanation. And it's not only with old teachers that we find complete intimacy. The Chinese thrush sings in my heart and gray clouds gather in the empty sky of my mind. All things are my teacher.

- Robert Aiken Roshi "The Teacher in Everything," Tricycle, Fall 2001

Read the complete article on tricycle.com

Grandmother's Admonitions

"Grandmother's Admonitions", number 163 of 188 from Robert Aitken's book Miniatures of a Zen Master.

The measure of a teacher is not on-line or IRL, in a book or in person, virtual or tangible or even live or dead. The measure of a teacher is shown in the student.

I'm not so good a judge of the quality of a Zen teacher. We sometimes see some with real social problems with so called Zen teachers. Some are eloquent some are artistic. Some not so much so. Some are techno-geeks some are technophob's. Some times we like the teacher some we don't. All this matters not as it is the minds game of picking and choosing.

Look at the students to measure the depth of the teacher. Gather trusted friends and listen to their advice.

Everywhere I look I see that I can take a more active responsibility for my Zen practice. This is my part of the Student/Teacher equation. As I up my game, I'm met with more expansive teachers. On-line or in real life does not matter.

Hands together in peace.

How to Make a Baby

a short educational film

by Cassidy Curtis and Raquel Coelho

January 2009

Any error or confusion created by my commentary on
Miniatures of a Zen Master
is solely a reflection of my own delusion and ignorance.
Any merit generated by this activity is solely the result of
Aitken Roshi's clear teaching and is dedicated to
all Buddhas and Bodhisattvas throughout space and time

Feeding the wolf I want to win