I will add my voice to this lovely din.
The storehouse treasure is not a treasure to be found or had. It is just simply our present existence, our innate goodness.
In the world of division and choosing, it is hard to see this treasure, to realize it is right here in every piece of existence.
So then, what is Shikantaza to this?
Shikantaza is the time of setting aside all this division and choosing. Taking a moment, or two, to just be with what is. All the division and clamor of the world dropping away, and revealing what was always revealed.
I often think to myself, "How can a world so beautiful be full of so much ugly, violent hate?" But maybe, just maybe, the beautiful and the ugly can both fall away into the flowing seamlessness of radical equanimity. Maybe this treasure that is our own innate goodness is part of that flowing seamlessness.
And so all that ugly is also innately good. Just a little twisted up in this exact moment.
Shikantaza is just setting aside division.
The treasury is the person who you revile the most. And the treasure is still inside of them. Setting aside that division is just how to see what is already there.
Gassho,
Nengyoku
SatLah
P.S.
I know in these bookclubs we don't really enforce the two sentences rules, but I still feel like I used too many words here, and I apologize for that.
I was going to cut it, but I'm going to leave my inane ramblings as they are. In the off chance that part of the bit I cut might help someone some day and that help be lost if I cut it.
The storehouse treasure is not a treasure to be found or had. It is just simply our present existence, our innate goodness.
In the world of division and choosing, it is hard to see this treasure, to realize it is right here in every piece of existence.
So then, what is Shikantaza to this?
Shikantaza is the time of setting aside all this division and choosing. Taking a moment, or two, to just be with what is. All the division and clamor of the world dropping away, and revealing what was always revealed.
I often think to myself, "How can a world so beautiful be full of so much ugly, violent hate?" But maybe, just maybe, the beautiful and the ugly can both fall away into the flowing seamlessness of radical equanimity. Maybe this treasure that is our own innate goodness is part of that flowing seamlessness.
And so all that ugly is also innately good. Just a little twisted up in this exact moment.
Shikantaza is just setting aside division.
The treasury is the person who you revile the most. And the treasure is still inside of them. Setting aside that division is just how to see what is already there.
Gassho,
Nengyoku
SatLah
P.S.
I know in these bookclubs we don't really enforce the two sentences rules, but I still feel like I used too many words here, and I apologize for that.
I was going to cut it, but I'm going to leave my inane ramblings as they are. In the off chance that part of the bit I cut might help someone some day and that help be lost if I cut it.
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