My jerry-rigged cushion at the sesshin led by Shohaku Okumura Roshi and Rev. Hōkō Karnegis at Sanshin Zen Community. For five days: sit 50 minutes, do walking meditation 10 minutes, repeat, fourteen times each day, broken only by 3 hour-long meal breaks and 6 hours (or less) of sleep. During that time I wrote these three short poems.
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day three:
body at ease
mind at ease
self settles onto self
this precious inheritance:
the Literal Sitting of Shakyamuni Buddha
through my body
the Literal Sitting of Dōgen Zenji
through our bodies
the Sitting of Body and Mind Dropping Off
the Sitting of Joyful Ease, Practice-Enlightenment
without a doubt we can manifest
Here and Now Here and Now Here and Now
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Just Sit
change, change, change, change
give up perfection
sometimes crooked or straight
sometimes dull or clear
in pain no pain
Don't Panic
neither grasp nor push away
the Pure Light of Buddha pours forth
from Every Thing
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Even The Leaning Tower Of Pisa Stood Erect For 500 Years
This edifice
my sitting can stand erect
for 50 minutes
All the while
Skin
Bones
Muscle
Tendons
have crumpled into a heap
Thank you skin
Thank you bones
Thank you muscle
Thank you tendons
When the bell sounds
I gather you up
bring palms together
and offer our practice to all beings
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(And from my journal on the day after sesshin ended, 6-4-19)
I miss it, I miss the zendo — hellish as it was sometimes — dependable it was at all times — and at all times simple.
You cannot escape your embarrassing ideas, fantasies, dreams and hopes about sitting zazen: 'I have to have a good reason to endure this.' But it would be impossible to sit with this idea as your motivation. You burn through it quickly; discover it is a useless idea. You let it go, and you sit. And develop returning, and returning, and returning.
* The Antaiji style of sesshin: Shohaku Okumura Roshi has continued this style of sesshin from his teacher Uchiyama Kosho Roshi of Antaiji in Japan. Uchiyama Roshi first did it this way in 1965 and describes this practice in his book "Opening The Hand Of Thought" in the chapter "The World Of Intensive Practice."
I'm moved by your poems and your drawing. Thanks for putting words to this.
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