Idle Concerns Block the Way

Idle concerns block the Way
Idle concerns block the Way

 

Idle Concerns Block the Way

Vanity of vanities block the Way to a life in the bright circle of emptiness. Every day is a good day to practice clearing away the vanities and idle concerns blocking the Way. Non-mind, the mind free of vanities, meets non-mind. Just meeting what comes with non-mind, a mind free of vanities; the stuff we make up over and over again. When we brush away, and clear the mind filled with idle concerns we live in the brightness of the boundless empty field.

We are looking for the treasure in the wrong place; there is no wrong place when the mind is free of idle concerns. But when the mind is full of idle concerns we think the Way is somewhere else. This non mind is here meeting the myriad things that are here over and over again. The practice is to clear away the idle made up stuff that blocks the Way.

This, just this non-mind is how to live knowing you are going to die. Drop all the vanities of wanting this or not wanting that…or wanting that and not wanting this. Zen is not a coddling, comfort approach nor is it an unpleasant, torturous approach it is stopping these vain attempts to get what we want and shove away what we don’t want.

Direct your effort to clear away these vain thoughts, these conceits of wishes and images of craving. This is the practice of the Way wherever you are whatever is rising. Meet everything with empty, non mind. This is the practice of no place to stand on with your vanity. Clear away the vanities and live from there. Have no aim of getting something; this is the circle of brightness.

It requires that we STOP fighting the practice with the cunning tricks of the ego.

Brush away the vanities; clear away the fabrications…without getting hooked in self seeking, ego mind. Even this is not something to get, it is to practice whether sitting, lying down, or walking. Silence, solitude, stillness and study of the self support this ordinary practice.

This is the refuge of Buddha. This is the refuge of Dharma. This is the refuge of Sangha.

If you are not practicing in this way, you are polishing a brick and thinking there is something to get, something to fix, something to hold onto. Don’t give up. Start to practice.

 

 

 

 

 

What do you do when you are suddenly the recipient of bad news?

What do you do when suddenly you are the recipient of BAD news?
What do you do when suddenly you are the recipient of BAD news?

Heed the wisdom from above…don’t look back…keep going…to high ground…in the Mind.

I have always been taken in some way with the Jewish story of Lot’s wife. She is a woman to remember even though we don’t know her name. She was rescued from a terrible situation by two holy strangers who led her and her family out of a city under siege.

Here’s the gist of the story.

After a skirmish with the city rebels, two holy strangers (angels in disguise[1]) call Lot’s family together and tell them to get out of the city before it is destroyed. These holy strangers knew this to be true because they were sent to destroy the city.

As we might imagine if we were in this particular situation, we might react as they did. We might question the advice of these strangers and hesitate. We might not want to give up our home, our friends and what is familiar on the advice of two strangers who show up at our door. But if Lot and his kin were paying attention, they would have noticed that something terrible was happening in the city. It was in a word, a wreck. No matter how much Lot’s family might enjoy the place they might want to heed the knock on the door and get out of town.

But there’s confusion, hesitation because few want to be homeless wanderers with little food, water, shelter and the loss of our old companionable habits.

Lot, his wife and family hesitated. They didn’t just bag everything. They weren’t prepared with a bug-out-bag and a survivalist stash. They weren’t prepared. They were fearful for their lives. The two angels had to take them by the hand and lead them out of the city. The holy strangers led them to a certain point then turned back to destroy the city including Lot’s home and goods. But before they leave them the two holy strangers give some advice to these refugees.

“Flee for your life! Do not look behind you, don’t stop anywhere in the Plain; flee to the hills, otherwise you’ll be swept away.”[ Genesis 19:17

There is an urgent tone to this advice. Go, get out. Don’t look back. Flee. Go to high ground. Or else!

After some bargaining with the holy strangers that led to a whole other set of problems, they go. But… Lot’s wife? Well she looks back. And in looking back she turns into a pillar of salt.

When we distrust, when we follow the personal craving, ill-will, apathy, indolence, restlessness, and worry we remain confused. We don’t leave the city. We do not take heed and get out. We continue to seek rest on the plain or in the past rather than turn and run for high ground. When we doubt and look for rest in the material realm of a fleeting world we exhibit our doubt, our confusion and our distrust. We look back, turn brackish.

Go beyond these troubles. Forget accomplishments. Don’t look back. Run for high ground. Rest there.

 

 

 

 

[1] Have you ever considered messengers as angels? Buddhism sees experience in terms of heavenly messengers; how do you look at your experience?

 

What to Do When Hurricane Winds Hit

What to do when hurricane winds hit?
What to do when hurricane winds hit?                        Photo Credit:  Kō Den Kū Shin 2016

When things change, whatever the change, we meet it and respond to it. There is no blame. No self-recrimination. There are things to respond to…with what just happens.

Call 911. Call the Fire Department. We see a live wire down. Call the Alderwoman. Call ComEd. We stay out of the backyard. Greet the neighbors at the door. Stand and look and see ‘what’s the damage?’ Call the electrician. Call the insurance company. Call the City. Walk the dogs. Wash the dishes. Clean the dining room. Make the bed. Call the neighbor. Find the long, orange electrical extension cords. Check with neighbor. Borrow some electricity. Restore the land line. Get some rest. Eat dinner. Go to bed. Make breakfast. Look at the treetops in the backyard. Thank the old tree that gave up life by stopping the big, huge tree from coming further and crushing the zendo. Thankful no one else was hurt as far as we could tell. Two trees died.

And on and on and on…meeting what shows up as best we can…it hasn’t stopped. It won’t stop until we leave the body. We take refuge in practice in our self-sufficient mind. We do the best we can. We laugh. We get a blessing for the sick. We shop for food. We wave at our neighbor. We find a long rope to walk the boys through the rubble. We make tea.

Just on and on…meeting the myriad things.

Whether we fabricate a label of something being GOOD or something being BAD…it all has the kernel of suffering.

If it is a made up label of GOOD, we don’t want it to end…or it triggers fierce anxiety and fear that it will end.

If it is a made up label of BAD, we want it to end…and it triggers fierce wishes and fears that it won’t end.

Brush away the fabrications. Don’t rely on the fabrications. Don’t get too concerned about the external conditions.

Rely on the self-sufficient mind.

 

 

Saint A. Sits in the Field of Boundless Emptiness

St. A. sits in the boundless field of emptiness
St. A. sits in the boundless field of emptiness by Jiaoyuan Qian Yue

The Heart of the Matter

St. A. studied deeply the Wisdom teachings and discovered the body is impermanent. She learned there is no male, no female. She saw all forms, feelings, perceptions, impulses and consciousness as impermanent and was saved from all suffering and distress.

(The Heart Thread, an ancient teaching)

 

What is it…to Love Your Neighbor as Yourself?

The Neighbor Cut

Zhong Fen li Bao yu Di begins to see his neighbor in a new light of no opinion in his new work, What is it…to Love Your Neighbor as Yourself?  His photo illustrates what happens when we get stuck in our likes and dislikes. Enjoy the poem

 

 

What is it…to Love Your Neighbor as Yourself?

Zhong Fen li Bao yu Di

My judgment closes my mind and heart.
It extinguishes the light.

My likes are pretty clothes that kill.
My dislikes argue they cannot.

How can opinions kill?

They darken God, neighbor and the Self.
Like this…what life is possible?

Retreat February 10th – March 27th

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Photo Credit: “Getting Ready ” by Jiaoyuan Qian Yue 2015

The holy Way for the Spiritual Refugee

A Single Thread is pleased to offer an online retreat, “The holy Way for Spiritual Refugees.” It begins on

February 10th and ends on March 27th. This retreat is a contemplative Zen practice. It is open to anyone who seeks to trust the Way by purifying all the tendencies to fabricate.

In order to taste the benefits of the Dharma we need to commit time and effort to be silent, solitary and still. The basic work is to study the self delusion in good measure with the teachings of Dharma.

“… the kingdom of heaven is like a merchant seeking beautiful pearls, who, when he had found one pearl of great price, went and sold all that he had and bought it.”

There is a cost! When we trust our fortune, when we persevere, we climb to higher ground where everything is clear.

Through effort, vigilance, restraint, and self-control, the wise person can become an island no flood will overwhelm. The Dhammapada2:25

The commitment is much like starting a fire by rubbing sticks together. We rub our mind against the Dharma in order for a spark to form and light to illuminate. We must be vigilant and restrain our sensual desires to run off after anything else; we must use our self-control to persevere in the work. We don’t waste time. We practice continuously.

The teachings of the Dharma all have the same sound. It is the sound of the high bird that waits for us to hear and practice the Way to cease from suffering.

The Dharma is not packaged, processed or possessed. It is as great as the blue sky and as flowing as the vast ocean. It flows across barriers and leaves no trace. It is all one cloth. www.asinglethread.net/all-one-cloth/

 


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The Tennis Ball

tennis black and white

The Tennis Ball by Sophia Meyer-Greene

I had taken a walk in the park that invigorating day in early January.
I passed the tennis courts which were empty.
Dried leaves scattered here and there.
Bunches near the lower edges of the fencing
clung together like aging lovers.

Then I saw it.

The green tennis ball rolling
slowly back and forth with the breeze.
It was near midcourt but definitely
on one side of the net.
It had been left there by someone
not in the game.

A spirited man came briskly walking by
with his red dog.
He smiled and tipped his hat.
European I bet.

“Is that an Irish Setter?” I asked.
“Indeed, he is. He keeps me moving.
Do you play tennis?” he asked.
“Not so much anymore.
Sometimes.”
I answered as he passed.

“Happy New Year,” he said
as he walked toward the exit gate.
“O and the same to you.”
I called out as he strolled
out of the park . . .
Whistling a happy tune.

Mu…It’s Mine!

In the film, Never Forever, we are given some clues to what is a spiritual awakening.

“The storyteller’s claim, I believe, is that life has meaning—that the things that happen to people happen not just by accident like leaves being blown off a tree by the wind but that there is order and purpose deep down behind them or inside them and that they are leading us not just anywhere but somewhere. The power of stories is that they are telling us that life adds up somehow, that life itself is like a story… it makes us listen to the storyteller with great intensity because in this way all his stories are about us and because it is always possible that he may give us some clue as to what the meaning of our lives is.” Frederick Buechner

In the film, Never Forever, we are given some clues to what is a spiritual awakening.

Mu[1]It’s Mine.

By Yao Xiang Shakya

Despite being favored with all that wealth can offer the wife was soon to find herself struggling to save her husband from the throes of self-abnegation. Appearances being unreliable the evidence of an unruly woe soon surfaced when the husband tried to drown himself with an overdose of barbiturates in his bathtub. The cat, as they say, was out of the bag.

The sight of the happy, wealthy marriage crumbles. The husband is hospitalized leaving the wife feeling helpless. In the face of their despair she seeks to save him.

It’s an ordinary story in many ways. It’s about a young, wealthy married couple. The husband is a Korean American who comes from a devout Christian family. The wife is a blonde, blue-eyed American who participates in her husband’s faith but does so in order to please and accommodate her husband and her husband’s mother. The husband is a conformist. The wife is a peacemaker.

In all respects they appear to have everything the modern material world offers. As stories much like life speak of conflict this couple discovers they are unable to have children. Of course, they seek medical help only to be told that the husband’s sperm is too weak to impregnate the wife. His powerlessness leads to his suicide attempt, her powerlessness leads to something else altogether.

The wife becomes frantic. Although shaken she resolves to help solve the problem. She considers prayer only to be told by her husband, “God will not give us a child.” Hearing this, the wife concocts a plan to find a sperm donor that looks like her husband. By a chance meeting at her fertility clinic she overhears a young Korean man turned away as a sperm donor. He wants to sell his sperm for cash, but the clinic rejects him because they discover he is an illegal alien making it impossible for the clinic to do a required background check.

The wife sees this as fortuitous and decides to follow the unhappy man. She knows he is willing to sell his sperm, but she knows little else. It turns out he lives in a rundown tenement. With only the knowledge of his willingness to sell his sperm and that he looks like her husband she waits for him on the stairwell to his apartment. When he returns she explains she’d like to hire him to donate his sperm to her for cash. She tells him that for each impregnation she will pay him $300 and when she gets pregnant he will receive $30,000 in cash.

The young man, solemn and perhaps reticent agrees to the deal whereby they begin at once. He performs his work without complaint or joy. The wife similarly remains stoic during each encounter and seems to endure it as a means to an end.

But again, as appearances are unreliable, things change. The young man begins to want to know more about her. It begins with small seemingly innocent questions such as what’s your name and where do you live? But the wife reveals little as she undresses and places her clothes into a plastic bag as his apartment is worn and scruffy.

Again as daily life unfolds the young donor happens to see the wife with her husband in an expensive car from the backroom of a cleaner where he works part-time. He discovers two things, she is wealthy and her husband looks like him. The young man decides to press for more information. He insists she take him to lunch before he does his does his work. He orders expensive food and begins to drink telling her he can perform better with a few drinks. He continues to demand and she resists. They both end up in an angry shouting match in the restaurant.

With a rift between them, they both leave angry and go their separate ways. But the young donor turns back and finds the wife in a doorway crying. She allows the young donor to embrace her and hold her while she weeps. He walks her to a place in a nearby park where he shows her a pile of rocks. He tells her that he makes a wish and places a rock on top of the cairn in order to help him throughout the day to keep his wish in mind. She wants to know if it works since she earlier had asked her husband to teach her to pray but was told by him that prayer was useless. The young donor, on the other hand, tells the young wife that his stone does seem to work for him, that it does matter.

They return to his shabby apartment where it becomes obvious that something has changed. It is no longer a suffering through experience but one of mutuality of kissing, caressing and lovemaking. The wife becomes pregnant.

Once she discovers she is pregnant she returns to the young donor and tells him that she will never see him again because she is pregnant then hands him the $30,000 in cash. She returns to her husband and tells him a lie so that he will believe the child is his and all looks like it is going as she wished. There is a brief period of an appearance of happiness between the wife and the husband. But as appearances are unreliable, it is short-lived.

Both the wife and the young donor are unable to get each other out of their mind. In time she returns to see him where she sleeps with him but tells him it must end. The husband, in the meantime, finds out about the young donor and turns him into the immigration police whereby he is picked-up and immediately sent back to Korea.

In a heated argument the husband tells the wife to abort the baby and he will forget everything and they can begin again. The wife becomes hysterical and tells him no but he persists until she screams at him that it is not his baby, but hers. “It’s mine!” she tells him. When she refuses to abort the child, he pushes her and kicks her in attempt to kill the baby.

At the end of the film the wife appears on a beach similar to a photograph of a beach in the shabby apartment of the young donor. She plays with a young boy, obviously her son and then retreats to the sand where she is noticeably pregnant.

What looked like a rescue mission for her despairing husband became a transforming series of experiences for the wife. The declaration, “It’s mine!” was a declaration of the wife’s new birth. She claims something she conceived. She verified for the husband the baby is not his, but something that belongs to her. It is clear that she is resolute. She does not yield to the husband. His persistent demand to abort the child makes it clear she is unbending to his will. She is emancipated, free of his will, his wish and his choice. She makes a steadfast choice.

And this choice is immutable. Nothing seems to challenge her. She remains resolute and unspoiled by his pleadings to abort what she has done and remains literally undamaged by his physical attack. She bears what is hers and does not cave in to the assaults levied against her. She is free from the ties of worry, helplessness and overwrought concern to save her husband.

Her response to suffering as a worried, concerned wife took her through the door of independence. The husband seems to remain caught in the social and perfunctory tradition of his family. His determination to get his way, to resort to physically hurting her suggests he has much work to do to escape the binds of his conditioning.

Her awakening was sudden although it developed over time through the ordinary events of her life as a wife. She unexpectedly cut the binds to the husband by choosing life no matter what the consequences might be.

Change, that which is not seen, is inevitable but it is neither an accident nor a plan; it is more an inexplicable mixture that follows the law of the universe. It is a paradox of knowing we are not in charge, and yet we are responsible to do our very best to end suffering right in the middle of it.

The husband wanted to abandon his life because he saw himself as a failure despite his youth, good looks, wealth and upbringing. But his relinquishment and focus were never very far from his own interests and self-concerns. He wanted to appear to be a success. He wanted to maintain the strictures of a tradition even those he felt were useless. He is not to be reviled but to be understood for where he is.

The wife took risks out of love and her sense of helplessness in relation to her husband’s despair and suicide attempt. She went beyond her self-concerns and did what she felt she needed to do to save her husband, her marriage and to give birth to new life. She did not live in the confines of how it might look to others. She was willing to endure what she initially felt was a repugnant duty which later becomes her saving grace

There was something pure, innocent and good about her actions and in the end her risks saved her from a deadened, wooden somewhat perfunctory life. She found herself in a place she never could have imagined, never could have planned or propagated from her schemes and plans. She knew something else was important than how it looked and was willing to risk her relationship, her marriage and her life to find it. Did it look anything like what she might have thought at the beginning of her actions? Probably not! But she is able to recognize what has happened to her when she declares amidst threats from her husband to abort the baby, “It’s mine.” The new life in her is hers!

Remarkably the efforts were taken through ordinary means, although the means could have led to her death. Imagine hiring a stranger to impregnate her? She risked her life. She was blessed with finding a donor who was an honorable man, a hard-working, devoted man. He prayed with stones. He had faith. He began to care for her and refrained from doing her harm which he easily could have done.

Her faith saves her, not a prescribed faith imbedded in doctrine, dogma and rules, but something unruly, unbidden and unknown which flows out unexpectedly. There are telltale signs of what affects it but it comes with no specific, literal guaranteed outcome. What we do know is that it involves the conversion of the heart and mind and a willingness to be converted, suddenly converted. .

Spiritual change which is what is most important is neither blind nor magical but it does often surprise and amaze us. When it happens we experience it but often are unable to explain how or why it happens. The inexplicable quality of spiritual change is a safeguard against humans poaching God’s territory. The best we can do is to do our sincere best in life as it is. We endure the ordinary, we risk in the ordinary, and we commit our efforts to begin and continue.

Based on the film Never Forever (2007). An excellent film showing the spiritual potential of mu in two words, “It’s mine.” Director: Gina Kim Writer: Gina Kim Stars:Vera Farmiga, David Lee McInnis, Joseph Y. Kim

[1] Mu…a response to a koan often translated as NOT.