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Cool, I think that I can actually reply with a koan here, and not be dreadfully off topic. Not "three pounds of flax," though!
Case 16: When the Bell Sounds
Unmon said, "The world is vast and wide.
Why do you put on your seven-piece robe at the sound of the bell?"
Mumon's Comment
In studying Zen, you should not be swayed by sounds and forms.
Even though you attain insight when hearing a voice or seeing a form, this is simply the ordinary way of things.
Don't you know that the real Zen student commands sounds, controls forms, is clear-sighted at every event and free on every occasion?
Granted you are free, just tell me: Does the sound come to the ear or does the ear go to the sound?
If both sound and silence die away, at such a juncture how could you talk of Zen?
While listening with you ear, you cannot tell. When hearing with your eye, you are truly intimate.
Mumon's Verse
With realization, things make one family;
Without realization, things are separated in a thousand ways.
Without realization, things make one family;
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He Who Cannot Be Named is the (name?) of the guitarist for a hardcore band called the Dwarves.
I don'tknow anything about The Dwarves or their oddly monikered guitarist, but I do know that I sometimes refer to my wife as
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Originally posted by KvonNJAh... it gets more fun.
See, your name doesn't belong to you. Even though it's you who give me your name to call you by, your name is a projection of MY mind, and vice versa.
My thoughts don't go, "Karl wants a glass of water," or "Karls legs hurt in the lotus position."
they're more immediate. And "Karl" becomes ME. I. "My back hurts and I ought to me using the seiza bench. That'll help me."
No name. I. Me. My. In my head, my name doesn't mean anything.
thus, MY name actually belongs to YOU.
And vice versa.
There's no "Karl" in my head. Just Me. I. Karl only exists when you need something to call Me. I.
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Is your name Karl? I thought it was Kvon.
Only to you, on the outside. In here, in my head, where you're "Will," I'm simply "me."
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Is your name Karl? I thought it was Kvon.
Ok.Ok. :roll: But seriously.
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Ah... it gets more fun.
See, your name doesn't belong to you. Even though it's you who give me your name to call you by, your name is a projection of MY mind, and vice versa.
My thoughts don't go, "Karl wants a glass of water," or "Karls legs hurt in the lotus position."
they're more immediate. And "Karl" becomes ME. I. "My back hurts and I ought to me using the seiza bench. That'll help me."
No name. I. Me. My. In my head, my name doesn't mean anything.
thus, MY name actually belongs to YOU.
And vice versa.
There's no "Karl" in my head. Just Me. I. Karl only exists when you need something to call Me. I.Leave a comment:
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I may be dead in a minute (you never know), so I should post this.
What is a name?
An attachment.
A lie.
A name is trying to grasp space with your hand. Can it be done?
We have the same name. Together we share it. And yet there is attention. Because there is attention a name is useful. With a name we can pass on information. With a name we can say "Please pass me the salt".
Ok.
Gassho
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