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TRAVEL DIARY: DHARMA TRACKS Across AMERICA (7/16-8/26) & WASHINGTON RETREAT (8/9-14)
Yesterday, I was lucky enough to spend a few hours with Jundo and Leon. We toured a historical park that was both a working plantation and the site of a significant battle during the American Civil War (the end of the Siege of Petersburg) in which nearly two thousand lives were lost, and thousands more were injured.
The day was filled with moments ordinary and sublime. Ever present were those who toiled enslaved, those who suffered and died in a war six generations before, and those who are suffering and dying in wars in this moment. Victims of attachment to views, to greed, anger, and ignorance. Also present were the trees, grass, and flowers, sparrows, cardinals, and jays, innumerable insects both loud and quiet, finding homes in the ageing earthworks that one summer (not so long ago) were worth fighting and dying for. Life is. And it is tenacious.
We sat Zazen by a silent canon, on a restored earthworks. The earth beneath us was sun baked and extremely hot, my small mind turned it into a kind of minor hell (you can see it in my face, but not Jundo's). We sat with all sentient beings.
Yesterday, I was lucky enough to spend a few hours with Jundo and Leon. We toured a historical park that was both a working plantation and the site of a significant battle during the American Civil War (the end of the Siege of Petersburg) in which nearly two thousand lives were lost, and thousands more were injured.
The day was filled with moments ordinary and sublime. Ever present were those who toiled enslaved, those who suffered and died in a war six generations before, and those we are suffering and dying in wars in this moment. Victims of attachment to views, to greed, anger, and ignorance. Also present were the trees, grass, and flowers, sparrows, cardinals, and jays, innumerable insects both loud and quiet, finding homes in the ageing earthworks that were once worth fighting and dying for. Life is. And it is tenacious.
We sat Zazen by a silent canon, on a restored earthworks. The earth beneath us was sun baked and extremely hot, my small mind turned it into a kind of minor hell (you can see it in my face, but not Jundo's). We sat with all sentient beings.
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Thank you to Jundo and Leon for a beautiful day. Thank you all for being part of this Sangha. Thank you to all sentient beings.
Deep bows,
Sekishi
Saw the photo first and thought of the caption:
". . .here seen posing with 'Cannonballs-of-Peace'."
(the best kind of ammunition)
Thank you for the moment.
Gassho,
Myosha
"Recognize suffering, remove suffering." - Shakyamuni Buddha when asked, "Uhm . . .what?"
Gassho, Shawn Jakudo Hinton
It all begins when we say, “I”. Everything that follows is illusion.
"Even to speak the word Buddha is dragging in the mud soaking wet; Even to say the word Zen is a total embarrassment."
寂道
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