A family wants son to be a monk.
Mum says once you are a monk,
you must cut yourself off from us completely.
The son joins the Temple.
Too many steps have been taken returning to the root and the source.
Better to have been blind and deaf from the beginning!
Dwelling in one’s true abode, unconcerned with that without-
The river flows tranquilly on and the flowers are red.
Barefoot and naked of breast, I mingle with the people of the world.
My clothes are ragged and dust-laden and I am ever blissful.
I use no magic to extend my life;
Now, before me, the trees become alive.
Astride the bull, I reach home.
I am serene. The bull too can rest.
Dawn has come. I blissful repose,
Within my thatched dwelling I have abandon...
Both Bull and Self Transcended
Whip, rope, person, and bull – all merge in No-thing.
This heaven is so vast no message can stain it.
How may a snowflake exist in a raging fire?
Here are the footprints of the patriarchs.
A Zen Story
There was an old woman in china who had the support of a monk for over twenty years.
She had built a little hut for him and fed him while he ...
The whip and rope are necessary,
Else he might stray off down some dusty road.
Being well trained, he becomes naturally gentle.
Then, unfettered, ...
Mounting the bull, slowly I return homeward.
The voice of my flute intones through the evening.
Measuring with hand-beats the pulsating harmony, I di...
I hear the song of the nightingale,
The sun is warm, the wind is mild, willows are green along the shore,
Here no bull can hide!
I seize him with a terrific struggle.
His great will and power are inexhaustible.
He charges to the high plateau far above the cloud-mists,