The first picture … The Seeker
On his blog, Mike Dosho Port quotes Andy Ferguson’s translation of a poem by Sensu Tokujo, one of our Chinese ancestors:
Letting down the line ten thousand feet,
A single breaking wave makes ten thousand ripples.
At night in still water, the cold fish won’t bite.
An empty boat filled with moonlight returns.
Thefish is the golden fish and stands for a metaphor of awakening for evendead its eyes are bright and wide open. Just like the bull or the ox.We fish something we will never get, we won’t be allowed on thepromised land, we won’t be given what we expected. Much more. We end upwith the moonlight , a symbol of the oneness of practice andrealization. We end up with Shikantaza, being already home as we startour journey, for there is nowhere else to be. Just being is our home.So the seeking never ceases, it is the action through which we turn theDharma wheel, it is this continous practice. Nowhere to go, nobody whotravels, to destination to reach, just the full joy of being andunfolding this being-time now.
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(remember: recording ends soon after the beginning bells;
a sitting time of 20 to 35 minutes is recommended)
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