We Must Always Be Disturbed By The

To What Shall I Liken The World? Moonlight, Reflected In Dewdrops, Shaken From A Crane's Bill.

Do Not Arouse Disdainful Mind When You Prepare A Broth Of Wild Grasses; Do Not Arouse Joyful Mind When You Prepare A Fine Cream Soup.

Life And Death Are Nothing But The Mind. Years, Months, Days, And Hours Are Nothing But The Mind. Dreams, Illusions, And Mirages Are Nothing But The Mind. The Bubbles Of Water And The Flames Of Fire Are Nothing But The Mind. The Flowers Of The Spring And The Moon Of The Autumn Are Nothing But The Mind. Confusions And Dangers Are Nothing But The Mind.

The Recognition Of The Coming And Going Of Things Is A First Step In Training And Practice.

The Zazen I Speak Of Is Not Learning Meditation. It Is Simply The Dharma Gate Of Repose And Bliss, The Practice-realization Of Totally Culminated Enlightenment. It Is The Manifestation Of Ultimate Reality. Traps And Snares Can Never Reach It. Once Its Heart Is Grasped, You Are Like The Dragon When He Gains The Water, Like The Tiger When She Enters The Mountain. For You Must Know That Just There (in Zazen) The Right Dharma Is Manifesting Itself And That, From The First, Dullness And Distraction Are Struck Aside.