What is it that comes? What is it that goes?
Who is it that comes? Who is it that goes?
When you look closely,
you see that people of the present
are none other than people of old,
and the functions of the present
are none other than the functions of the past;
even going through a thousand changes
and myriad transformations,
here it is just necessary
for you to recognize it
first hand before you can attain it.
--Foyan (1067-1120)
I pass myself on the road every day. While walking edge of roadbed , many cars speed past. They are going someplace. I’m not going anywhere. They know this; thus they do not hit me as they pass.
I visit myself in prison. We speak of this and that -- old growth trees, dog training, E.M..Cioran, Peter Wohlleben.
I sell me coffee milk and muffins. I exit doors that pull open as I approach. I walk shopping-carte to corral.
I will settle something for you right now: the ultimate rule is to see your own mind clearly. An ancient said, "The mind does not know itself, the mind does not see itself." So how can you see it clearly? Mind does not see mind; to get it, you must not see it as mind.
Do you want to understand? Just discern the things perceived; you cannot see the mind itself.
All that is necessary is that there be no perceiver or perceived when you perceive [no separation of perceiver and perceived], no thinker or thought when you think [no separation of thinker and thought]. Buddhism is very easy. Just let go, then step back and look.
(--from, Sermons by Chinese Zen Master Fo-yen Ching-yuan (1067-1120): (excerpts), Thomas Cleary, "Instant Zen: Waking Up in the Present". North Atlantic Books, Berkeley, 1994 )
These days I sit and look. In chapel/zendo yesterday mouse-droppings and dust on floor. Lighted candles and burning incense by cross and buddha. Branches outside windows flower green. The seat I sit in is empty. Bordercollie/St.Bernard mix (Ensō) on floor hears pickup drive in. He looks at me.
His meditation is quietly fulsome.
It is June.