Tuesday, May 25, 2010

Great Regulars: Just as a poem means precisely what it says

precisely the way it says it, so life means what it is just the way it happens.

This was, for me, a kind of satori. Not that I experienced any blazing sense of transcendence. No, it was quite matter-of-fact, actually. As another Zen master explained: Before you enter upon the way of Zen, a tree is just a tree. But once you enter upon the way, a tree is no longer a tree. Should you arrive at satori, a tree is just a tree.

from Frank Wilson: When Falls the Coliseum: That's What He Said: You can't think your way to truth

~~~~~~~~~~~

No comments :