If you discuss killing, you don't harm a single hair; if you discuss giving life, you lose your body and life. Therefore it is said, "The thousand sages have not transmitted the single transcendental path; students toil over appearances like monkeys grasping at reflections."
It's complication-guaranteed.
...the First Patriarch, Bodhidharma, said,
I originally came to this land
To explain the true and rescue beings from delusion.
One flower opens with five petals,
Producing a fruit which matures on its own.
Ripening and felling the decomposition of a poison.
A monk asked Tung Shan, "What is Buddha?"
Tung Shan said, "Three pounds of hemp."
Keep going...!
...Wu Tsu made a verse about it:
The cheap-selling board-carrying fellow
Weighs it out, three pounds of hemp.
With a hundred thousand years of unsold goods,
He has no place to put it all.
Fitting all the whispers in one box.
You must clean it all up; when your defiling feelings, conceptual thinking, and comparative judgements of gain and loss and right and wrong are all cleared away at once, then you will spontaneously understand.
To put it simply, yeah?
Don't you want to understand?
When a monk asked Master Hsien of Fu Teh, "What is the mind of the Buddhas of antiquity?" The master replied "Flowering groves, multicolored forests."
The monk also asked Ming Chiao, "What is the inner meaning of 'three pounds of hemp'?" Ming Chiao said, "Bamboo of the South, wood of the North."
The monk came back and recounted this to Tung Shan, who said, "I won't explain this just for you, but I will explain it to the whole community."
Later he went into the hall and said, "Words do not express facts, speech does not accord with the situation. Those who accept words are lost, and those who linger over phrases are deluded."
Emptied skulls. Veins straightening and visible.
Once Lord Ji Heng was reading a book in a room: Lun Pian was planing a wheel outside the hall; Lun Pian put aside his mallet and chisel, came up and asked, “May I ask what you are reading, sir?”
The lord said, “A book of the sages.”
Lun Pian said, “Are the sages alive?”
The lord said, “They’re already dead.”
Lun Pian said, “Then what you are reading is the dregs of the ancients.”
The lord said, “When a monarch reads a book, how can a wheelwright discuss it? If you have an explanation, all right; if not, then you die.”
Lun Pian said, “I look upon this in light of my own work. When I plane a wheel, if I go slowly, it is easygoing and not firm; if I go quickly it is hard and doesn’t go in. Not going slowly or quickly, I find it in my hands and accord with it in my mind, but my mouth can’t express it in words. There is an art to it, but I can’t teach it to my son, and my son can’t learn it from me. Therefore I have been at it for seventy years, grown old making wheels. The people of old and that which they couldn’t transmit have died. Therefore what you are reading, sir, is the dregs of the ancients.”
What do you get when you put enough dregs together?
...Tung Shan was vastly and greatly awakened. After a while he said, "Another day I'll go to a place where there are no human hearths and build myself a hut; I won't store even a single grain of rice or plant any vegetables. There I'll receive and wait upon the great sages coming and going from the ten directions; I'll pull out all the nails and pegs for them, I'll pull off their greasy caps and strip them of their stinking shirts. I'll make them all clean and free, so they can be unconcerned people."
Yun Men said, "Your body is the size of a coconut, but you can open such a big mouth."
Eyes do not translate to mouths.
Facing the situation, you don't see Buddha; great enlightenment doesn't keep a teacher.
[Lu Hsuan] studied with Nan Ch'uan. When Nan Ch'uan passed on, Lu heard the (sound of) mourning so he entered the temple for the funeral. He laughed aloud a great laugh.
The temple director said to him, "The late master and you were teacher and disciple; why aren't you crying?"
Officer Lu said, "If you can say something, I'll cry."
The temple director was speechless. Lu gave a loud lament; "Alas! Alas! Our late master is long gone."
Later Ch'ang Ch'ing heard of this and said, "The officer should have laughed, not cried."
Reflective of a segment.
Submitted October 12, 2019 at 10:48AM by i-dont-no https://ift.tt/2M8DMLD
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