Starting Readings from My Book "Zen Master's Dance" - in our 'No Words' Book Club -1-

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  • Jundo
    Treeleaf Founder and Priest
    • Apr 2006
    • 41915

    #61
    Originally posted by MalleableGirlParts
    Hi,

    So full disclosure: I initially felt a little silly about this exercise. I suppose it's more about me feeling that whatever is important to me is unimportant in the grand scheme of things. And when I feel a certain way about something (myself), I belittle that something.

    I didn't know what to use here. Tennis? Music? Cooking? These are all things that are important to me. But then I thought of books. Or reading specifically. But then reading didn't quite seem to fit as well as I would have liked, or at least my interpretation wasn't up to par. Writing, though...that is a good fit. It felt right and amazingly really did speak to my heart and understanding of what, I think, is being conveyed here.

    Anyway, thank you for this exercise that I didn't want, but ultimately needed. Isn't that how Zen is done? Through the experience?

    Eihei Dōgen, a Japanese Zen Master of long ago ... experienced reality as a great story written through time, coming to life in the thoughts and acts of all beings. It is a most special story, for it is the story that the whole of reality is writing, with nothing left out, that you and I are writing, that is writing as you and me. It is a vibrant, swirling, flowing, merging and emerging unity that Buddhists sometimes call “emptiness,” as the words and sentences of the story “empties” us of the sense of only being separate beings, and fills and reaffirms us as the whole. We, as human beings, can’t be sure when or where this story began, or whether it even has a beginning or end. But we can come to see that it is being written now in each step and breath we take, much as a story unfolds and constantly renews with every turn of its pages.


    You and I are authors of this story, as is every creature great or small, the mountains and seas, every grain of sand or massive galaxy, the atoms that make up the universe and the whole universe itself. Everything in reality, no matter how old or vast, no matter how unnoticed or small, is writing this story together. And although we may feel as if we are separate authors—finite individuals on a grand stage spanning all of time and space—we are also the story itself writing through us. A universe of authors that are being written up in this story that the whole universe is writing. Picture in your mind a spectator witnessing a story so vigorous and vibrant that its countless authors seem to vanish in the swirl of motion: single writers becoming pairs, then groups, coming together and separating moment by moment, yet so merged as the overall writing that, from a distance, individual authors can no longer be seen. ...


    ... So united did Dōgen see that whole that, in his mind, each point holds all other points, near or far, each point miraculously fully contains the whole, and each moment of time ticks with all other moments of time, before or after. It is much like saying that every word of each author somehow embodies, depends upon, and also fully expresses every word by all the other authors on the page, past, present, or future, and fully contains the entire story too. Dōgen experienced the time of the story as the overall story that is fully held and expressed in each individual word itself, with past not only flowing into present and future, but future flowing into the present and past, as the present fully holds the past and future of the story.


    ... Master Dōgen spoke of practice, putting it all on the page. Where this story has come from, where it is going, is not as important as the story that is truly realized—made real—right here, in your next word and sentence. The story is always right underneath your pen, so just write, without thought of any other place.
    Oh, yes, sorry. I did not spot it!

    And it is beautifully written. Nice story about a universal story!

    Gassho, Jundo
    stlah
    ALL OF LIFE IS OUR TEMPLE

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    • Noel
      Member
      • May 2025
      • 9

      #62
      Originally posted by Jundo

      Oh no, Noel. Please jump in! And I will email you a PDF that you can use for now ....

      Gassho, Jundo
      stlah
      Thank you so much! I really appreciate it.

      Gassho,

      Noel

      Sat today-lah

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      • Noel
        Member
        • May 2025
        • 9

        #63
        Hi!

        This was very, very difficult for me because I never write poetic prose in English, but I hope you can understand it.

        Eihei Dōgen, a Japanese Zen Master of long, long ago… experienced reality as when you are gardening in your grandmother’s garden. This garden moves through time and comes to life in the thoughts and acts of all beings. It is a special garden because the whole of reality is gardening in it, with nothing left out; that you and I are gardening. It is vibrant: a merging and emerging unity full of colors and perfumes: the earth adapting to the roots of a new plant; worms scurrying around, leaves rustling as they touch the roses, fruit trees leaving a mature fruit touch the earth near a person’s feet.

        Buddhists sometimes call this “emptiness” because we are immersed in this garden, we are a part of it, an inseparable part. We are the gardeners, and at the same time, we are being gardened; we are developing the garden, and at the same time, we are being created in it. This “empties” us of the sense of only being separate beings and fills and reaffirms us as the whole. We are like that little branch and that insect walking up the tree, we are in union with the dewdrop falling from a rose petal, inseparable and interdependent. We are just one more flower in the special garden, a clod of earth in the ground.

        We, as human beings, can’t be sure when or where this garden began, or whether it even has a beginning or end. But we can come to see that it is being cultivated now with each step and breath we take.

        -----------------------

        I would like to share a poem I wrote in Spanish (only a part of it). Writing about the garden made me remeber it. It's called "Rain".

        ¿Cómo describir el sonido de las gotas de lluvia, y su espesura, y su delicadeza al tacto?
        ¿Cómo describir el aroma que trae cada gota, y como se disuelven en mi boca y se mezclan con el agua que hay en mí?
        Entonces me habitan, se funden conmigo y yo paso también a estar hecha de lluvia, de agua salada.

        Yo soy también un pedazo de nube. Y se cumple el ciclo y después la lloro y sale de mi ojo en forma de gota que se evapora y desaparece para volver a ser parte del aire, y de nuevo nube y lluvia, que cae en mi boca que la espera abierta para volver a ser Una. Yo, la nube, la lluvia, y el aire, partes de un ciclo infinito y eterno.

        How to describe the sound of the raindrops, and their thickness, and their delicacy to the touch?
        How to describe the aroma that each drop brings, and how they dissolve in my mouth and mix with the water in me?
        Then they inhabit me, they merge with me and I too become made of rain, of salt water.
        I am also a piece of cloud. And the cycle is fulfilled and then I cry it and it leaves my eye in the form of a drop that evaporates and disappears to become part of the air again, and again cloud and rain, which falls into my mouth that waits for it open to become One again. Me, the cloud, the rain, and the air, parts of an infinite and eternal cycle.

        I used DeepL.com for the translation.

        Thank you very much for reading.


        Gassho,

        Noel

        Sat-Lah
        Last edited by Noel; 06-04-2025, 11:45 AM.

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        • Jundo
          Treeleaf Founder and Priest
          • Apr 2006
          • 41915

          #64
          Lovely, Noel. You got it very well.

          Also, your English expression was very elegant.

          Gassho, Jundo
          stlah
          ALL OF LIFE IS OUR TEMPLE

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          • Onkai
            Dharma Transmitted Priest
            • Aug 2015
            • 3297

            #65
            Originally posted by Noel

            I would like to share a poem I wrote in Spanish (only a part of it). Writing about the garden made me remeber it. It's called "Rain".

            ¿Cómo describir el sonido de las gotas de lluvia, y su espesura, y su delicadeza al tacto?
            ¿Cómo describir el aroma que trae cada gota, y como se disuelven en mi boca y se mezclan con el agua que hay en mí?
            Entonces me habitan, se funden conmigo y yo paso también a estar hecha de lluvia, de agua salada.

            Yo soy también un pedazo de nube. Y se cumple el ciclo y después la lloro y sale de mi ojo en forma de gota que se evapora y desaparece para volver a ser parte del aire, y de nuevo nube y lluvia, que cae en mi boca que la espera abierta para volver a ser Una. Yo, la nube, la lluvia, y el aire, partes de un ciclo infinito y eterno.

            How to describe the sound of the raindrops, and their thickness, and their delicacy to the touch?
            How to describe the aroma that each drop brings, and how they dissolve in my mouth and mix with the water in me?
            Then they inhabit me, they merge with me and I too become made of rain, of salt water.
            I am also a piece of cloud. And the cycle is fulfilled and then I cry it and it leaves my eye in the form of a drop that evaporates and disappears to become part of the air again, and again cloud and rain, which falls into my mouth that waits for it open to become One again. Me, the cloud, the rain, and the air, parts of an infinite and eternal cycle.

            I used DeepL.com for the translation.

            Thank you very much for reading.


            Gassho,

            Noel

            Sat-Lah
            I love your poem, Noel. Thank you for sharing it.

            Gassho Onkai
            Sat lah
            美道 Bidou (Beautiful Way)
            恩海 Onkai (Merciful/Kind Ocean)
            She/her
            I will always have a lot to learn

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            • Hoseki
              Member
              • Jun 2015
              • 723

              #66
              Hi folks,

              You and I are singers in this choir, as is every creature great or small, the mountains and seas, every grain of sand or massive galaxy,
              the atoms that make up the universe and the whole universe itself. Everything in reality, no matter how old or vast, no matter how unnoticed or small, is singing this song together. And although we may feel as if we are separate singers—finite individuals on a grand stage spanning all of time and space—we are also the song itself singing through us. A universe of singers that are being sung up in this song that the whole universe is a choir. Picture in your mind a spectator witnessing a song sung so vigorous and vibrant that its countless singers seem to vanish in the swirl of motion: single singers becoming pairs, then groups, coming together and separating moment by moment, yet so merged as the overall movement that, from a distance, individual singers can no longer be heard.

              Gassho,

              Hoseki
              sattoday/lah

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              • Jundo
                Treeleaf Founder and Priest
                • Apr 2006
                • 41915

                #67
                Originally posted by Hoseki
                Hi folks,

                You and I are singers in this choir, as is every creature great or small, the mountains and seas, every grain of sand or massive galaxy,
                the atoms that make up the universe and the whole universe itself. Everything in reality, no matter how old or vast, no matter how unnoticed or small, is singing this song together. And although we may feel as if we are separate singers—finite individuals on a grand stage spanning all of time and space—we are also the song itself singing through us. A universe of singers that are being sung up in this song that the whole universe is a choir. Picture in your mind a spectator witnessing a song sung so vigorous and vibrant that its countless singers seem to vanish in the swirl of motion: single singers becoming pairs, then groups, coming together and separating moment by moment, yet so merged as the overall movement that, from a distance, individual singers can no longer be heard.

                Gassho,

                Hoseki
                sattoday/lah
                Pretty much in tune.

                Gassho, J
                stlah
                ALL OF LIFE IS OUR TEMPLE

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