Blog 10-30-2022

By Ignutius – Own work, CC BY-SA 4.0, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=108268111

“Winter snows fall deep on mountains and melt into the valley in Spring. Again snowing after the Fall, we do not speak of its return.” ?Huineng, the 6th Chinese Patriarch

“The heart essence bursting forth continuously. When thinking good or bad, is the heart essence any more or less? When thinking neither good nor bad, is the heart essence any more or less?” ?Chan Master Farong, collateral heir of Daoxin, the 4th Chinese Patriarch, and First Patriarch of the Oxhead School of Chan.

The clouds today are high and cool. The afternoon light thin. Surely the cusp of Fall Winter.

Two weeks ago, we celebrated a wedding union. This weekend, we are celebrating the Day of the Dead. It is our very heart essence celebrating. Just this is celebrating. Regardless of bursting forth or dying back, of snowing or melting, What is celebrating? Imperceptible AND ever-present. Vivid as a flower-garland-marriage circle, and as pine coffin AND ever-absent. Being ever-present and ever-absent, where is there obstruction? Celebrating together. Impossible without together.

I had a couple of dreams recently, this dream consciousness clearly showing my picking and choosing, my good and bad, my right and wrong.

Dream I’m the most junior member of a big law firm. The firm has been sued for something. All the records of the firm have been subpoenaed and are in big rolls like rolled hay bales. Somehow, the accumulated information has the flavor of the Akashic records. There is some talk about how to transmit the records and I do something with packing tape connecting each information roll with all the others, lots of semi-transparent packing tape. The tape extends above the tops of the rolls, forming a cylindrical space. I pour paint, mostly red, into the cylinders – ends up looking kind of like poor-person’s Indra’s net. The senior members are talking that if we give all this info there will be nothing left of the firm and so they are going to sacrifice the managing partner instead. I suddenly have a realization about the space outside the rolls of data/information, and about my subtle reliance upon “Indra’s Net” and predicting the future from this net.

All this information, records of birthing, records of dying, of right and wrong, of picking and choosing. Trying to turn a pig’s ear into the silk purse of Indra’s Net. This information emerges out of the empty space, the space that accommodates Indra’s Net. That accommodates me and you and the mountains and the oceans. Emerging anew in each moment. When it becomes static, a mere collection of information, it becomes an Indra’s Net of stagnation. A limiting concept, capable of obscuring the heart essence. And I realized the very subtle way that I’ve been wanting dream consciousness to “predict” the future. I will certainly see revealed my current functioning in the dreaming. My hope is that it will also reveal to me my future, and in that revelation, the sting of future uncertainty will be eliminated, or at least softened.

The constant heart essence emerging from emptiness has no guarantees. No hope. No amount of reflecting upon the current interconnections of Indra’s Net will compare to the marvel of each moment bursting forth.

Dream I’m in the Zendo with a woman. She is guiding me. She is pointing out my meditation cushion. Purple corduroy, I’m very proud of the repairs I’ve made by hand on the bursting seams, repairs necessary from many hours of sitting. My sense is that she is upgrading my cushion/area. I’m not sure if it’s wind or flood or both, and my cushion is carried away, replaced with – the vast universe.

These hours of meditating upon a cushion in this Zendo, any Zendo. Wearing out the zafu. My pride, my hopes of merit and success, washed away, blown away in an instant. Revealing……..the vast Universe as real meditation. The Universe meditating. The Universe as me meditating. This vast heart essence complete as is. Giving up hope is complete as is. Giving up hopelessness is complete as is. Sticking in hope or hopelessness is falling into the conceptual web of Indra’s Net. This moth seeking the liberation of the light, caught in an arachnid web of my imagination. Imagining something other than…justthis.

I began this writing with quotes from Master Huineng and Master Farong. In truth, they are not quotes from them. Although it would not surprise if they did in fact say something very similar. Those words are emerging from the heart essence in me. Creative and playful. 

We should investigate the lives and teachings of Huineng and Farong. They did not rely upon someone else’s sayings. Creative playfulness emerges from them. And they encourage the same from each of us.

Riding this wave of emptiness, let the creative playful heart essence burst as your very life. Appreciate this very life. Relying upon anyone else’s words is sticking in the poor-person’s Indra’s Net. This life is bursting forth – as you, as me, as the mountains, as the oceans, as the imperceptible presence of absence. Being you. Being me. Being thus. Thus being.

8 Deep Bows,

Issan and Zenho

Zazen Mind

“The Way is basically perfect and all-pervading. How could it be contingent upon practice and realization? The Dharma-vehicle is free and untrammeled. What need is there for man’s concentrated effort? Indeed, the Whole Body is far beyond the world’s dust. Who could believe in a means to brush it clean? It is never apart from one right where one is. What is the use of going off here and there to practice?

And yet, if there is the slightest discrepancy, the Way is as distant as heaven from earth. If the least like or dislike arises, the Mind is lost in confusion. Suppose one gains pride of understanding and inflates one’s own enlightenment, glimpsing the wisdom that runs through all things, attaining the Way and clarifying the Mind, raising an aspiration to escalade the very sky. One is making the initial, partial excursions about the frontiers but is still somewhat deficient in the vital Way of total emancipation.

Need I mention the Buddha, who was possessed of inborn knowledge?—the influence of his six years of upright sitting is noticeable still. Or Bodhidharma’s transmission of the mind-seal?—the fame of his nine years of wall-sitting is celebrated to this day. Since this was the case with the saints of old, how can men of today dispense with negotiation of the Way?

You should therefore cease from practice based on intellectual understanding, pursuing words and following after speech, and learn the backward step that turns your light inwardly to illuminate your self. Body and mind of themselves will drop away, and your original face will be manifest. If you want to attain suchness, you should practice suchness without delay.”

-Dogen

When we practice zazen, especially at the outset, we bring with us this thing we refer to as “ourself”, the “I am”. This is the self that exists in our thinking activity. This self thinks that zazen has something to do with controlling thinking, controlling our mind. It thinks that trying “stopping thinking” will result in enlightenment. But that “self” that you bring to zazen has nothing to do with zazen. It cannot think itself into awakening, peace, enlightenment or bodhichitta. Actually, there is no-thing that needs to be done with the mind. Zazen mind is mind “as it is”. As Dogen says; “Suchness”.

Zazen is not a cure for difficulties, evils and discomforts. There are times when the practice of zazen is nearly impossible to tolerate because of pain, frustration or boredom. The frustration we experience is just “I am” mind grasping for yet another preference that we take up like a battle flag hoping to triumph and gain ground, yet feeling that somehow we are lacking in our pursuit. During these times it is helpful to relax and remember our Buddha-self, recognize the inseparable nature of our-true-selves and our buddha-nature and lovingly guide ourselves, slowly and gently back to the cushion. It is helpful to remember that no-thing needs to be done, no-thing needs to be remediated, no-thing needs to be changed. We simply need to sit comfortably on our cushion and breathe.

When we focus on our breath, allowing the mind the distraction it initially requires, we can then lightly become aware of the distractions produced by the “I am” thinking mind. The breath guides us into the connection of heart-oneness, wordless Buddha consciousness. This in itself is awareness. Upon noticing the “I am” mind we neither reject or embrace it. By simply by noticing that its nature is emptiness, we are engaged in cognitive awareness. The more frequently we practice this, the more easily we gain stability in zazen-mind. The most accomplished practitioners are the ones who have recognized these “I am” generated thoughts as mundane distractions and allow them to dissipate completely.

There is no merit, no wisdom and no gain in practice. We practice because dogs wag, fish swim, birds fly. We practice because we are enlightened.

A student asked Taizan Maezumi: “What is enlightenment?”

Maezumi replied, “Enlightenment is an accident.”

The student questioned, “Then why do we sit zazen?”

Maezumi replied, “Because it makes us accident prone.”

May our zazen effortlessly encounter happiness, peace and the light of our true nature .

Deep peace, great love,

Issan & Zenho

PS: No Dream Koan this week…see schedule below.

Here’s Noah’s poem:

Some days I arise into ceremony

My cushion awaiting 

My going forth 

But other days

Those other days

When I wake up later than I planned

When the taste of self-pity

is addicting 

Like the hand-rolled cigarettes I smoke on my stoop 

I seem to forget that I ever knew what faith was 

And perhaps I don’t 

But I do know that the sun will bloom into evening

And the exhaustion of the day

Will taste better than self-pity 

And I will sleep 

And dream

SCHEDULE 10/23-10/29

MONDAY, 6:30AM: ZAZEN AT THE TEA HOUSE

TUESDAY, 6:30AM, ZAZEN AT THE TEA HOUSE

WEDNESDAY, 6:30AM: ZAZEN AT THE TEA HOUSE OR ZOOM

THURSDAY, 6:30AM: SADHANA AT THE TEA HOUSE OR ZOOM

         DOKUSAN WITH ISSAN SENSEI

FRIDAY, 6:30AM: ZAZEN AT THE TEA HOUSE

         DOKUSAN WITH ZENHO SENSEI

Awareness

Our basic nature, our natural state, is awareness; emptiness and cognizance, indivisible.

No matter if we are a deluded sentient being or a buddha our essential nature is the same. The difference is knowing. When we first begin our practice, we are deep in conditioned thinking, assumptions, cleverness, ego and intellect. This is actually an enlightened state as it is the part of the whole, the beginning of the journey. This is where and how we begin to recognize our conditioning and resolve to enact change through practice.

At some point in our practice, maybe through an interaction with a teacher or another sangha member maybe when we’re in deep zazen or working with a dream/koan, we experience a small kensho (realization). Could be anything, really, and right there we catch a glimpse of our natural state. “What’s THAT?!” we wonder. It may be delicious, scary, boundless, relaxed. Like a huge, totally relaxing exhalation.

But as the Sandokai says, “Encountering the absolute is not yet enlightenment.” Merely recognizing our natural state is not enough. Each of us must practice, slowly gaining stability in our recognition of our natural state, and slowly, like good habit, we recognize it more frequently, more readily. It’s always there but we are habitually distracting ourselves with our thoughts, assumptions, grasping, aversions, opinions, in short, our delusional thinking.

How do we practice realizing our natural state of Emptiness and Cognizance? This is not the result of using the mind to purse a result. Doing so will only result in more cleverness, more conditioned thinking, more assumptions and ultimately, greater delusion. Remarkably enough, there is a liminal yet numinous thread, that need not, cannot be grasped at, but only gently noticed. Ah ha! We sense it. We practice recognizing it, we become aware of it as our natural state, thoughtless and perfectly at ease. Aware of it! Like a light warm breeze on your cheek, the caress of a leaf as you walk in the forest, the fleeting scent of Earth’s perfume on the wind, something barely noticed, ephemeral. It appears. That’s it! When we notice this, just notice it, it becomes slightly stronger each time, gaining stability in us. Little by little we begin to realize through practicing that it’s always there. We begin to be able to rest into it. Abiding in naturalness, dwelling in awareness. We are experiencing our natural state, Empty Cognizance.

As this stability increases so too does our experience and realization of Oneness. The connectedness of all being, sentient and insentient and our essential Buddha nature.

Padmasambhava said in the Lamrim Yeshe Nyingpo:

“Empty cognizance of one taste, suffused with knowing, is your unmistaken nature, the uncontrived original state.

When not altering what is, allow it to be as it is, and the awakened state is right now spontaneously present.”

SCHEDULE 10/16-10/22

MONDAY, 6:30AM: ZAZEN AT THE TEA HOUSE

MONDAY, 7PM, DREAM KOAN AT THE TEA HOUSE OR ZOOM

WEDNESDAY, 6:30AM: ZAZEN AT THE TEA HOUSE OR ZOOM

THURSDAY, 6:30AM: SADHANA AT THE TEA HOUSE OR ZOOM

         DOKUSAN WITH ISSAN SENSEI

FRIDAY, 6:30AM: ZAZEN AT THE TEA HOUSE

         DOKUSAN WITH ZENHO SENSEI

What a wonderful Cosmic Union ceremony for our sangha members Sebastiaan and Madison! Congratulations! We are so happy for you and wish you expansive joy and unfathomable love in your union!

Deep Peace, Great Love,

Issan and Zenho

BLOG 10-9-2022

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Daoxin to Farong (Farong of Oxhead Mountain school of Chan)

“The hundreds of thousands of Dharma-gates all lead back to the heart and the wonderful virtues, numerous as the sands of the River Ganges, all have their source in the heart. All the entrances – of discipline, of meditation, of wisdom and of spiritual transformation – are entirely self-sufficient and not separate from your own heart.” 

“Circumstances are neither beautiful nor ugly, for beauty and ugliness arise in the heart. Yet if the heart does not habitually label things, from where could those deluded feelings arise? When deluded feeling cannot arise then the true heart can be trusted to be everywhere correct.” 

18 bundles of asphalt shingles. Hauled slowly by this old body. Onto the wind scraped roof. Those that dwell in emptiness. Do not hear the whisper of the rain,  Nor the clamorous of the soaked roof, Nor this beating heart response. Surely the mice prefer to be dry. Who is laughing louder?! Yes

I have recently been reading the Record of the Transmissions of the Lamp, translated by Randolph Whitfield. Dreams feature prominently in many of the transmissions. And something else about these heart-to-heart transmissions. It may be worth your consideration.

It is not unlike when I ask us to “go to sleep.” Resting in naturalness. There we are, just for a moment. Just this. And then the labeling begins, tied closely with thoughts of “no it can’t be this easy,” and “I have to work really hard to achieve this enlightenment credential.” Feelings of shame and anger and greed and confusion, driving all kinds of labeling stories. 

We are one of those collateral schools. Emphasizing dream consciousness as we do. The dream consciousness exposing the labeling that arises from our wounded hearts, as effortlessly as mist arises from ocean. We should not confuse that mist for the ocean. That confusion allows mist to be fueled by shame and anger and greed, coalescing as our personal hurricanes. Scraping my roof. Resting in naturalness, there is also the arising of working upon this roof. Dream on sailors.

Now time for a hot shower. Who is laughing louder?!

SCHEDULE 10/9/22-10/16/22 
MONDAY, 6:30AM: ZAZEN AT THE TEA HOUSE
MONDAY, 7PM, DREAM KOAN AT THE TEA HOUSE OR ZOOM
TUESDAY, 6:30AM, ZAZEN AT THE TEA HOUSE
WEDNESDAY, 6:30AM: ZAZEN AT THE TEA HOUSE OR ZOOM
THURSDAY, 6:30 AM: GREEN TARA AT THE TEA HOUSE OR ZOOM
DOKUSAN ALSO AVAILABLE
FRIDAY, 6:30 AM: ZAZEN AND DOKUSAN AT THE TEA HOUSE

8 Deep Bows

Zenho and Issan

Being Time

woodblock print by Jitsudo Ancheta

Shōbōgenzō Uji (being-time) is Dogen’s experience of being (existence) and time.  Time, as we know it flows one way in linear fashion, marked by the hours of the day.  Time moves forward independently of our being, detached from our concerns, from an irretrievable past, through a momentary present, and proceeds to an unknown future. To think of time as only fleeting is to see ourselves separate from the Dharma and separate from the past, present and future. “

-Eidō Shimano Rōshi

Shōbōgenzō xx Uji

Words of an ancient buddha:

sometimes standing on the highest peak,

Being-time.

Sometimes going to the deepest ocean,

Being-time.

Sometimes three heads and eight elbows,

Being-time.

Sometimes eighteen or six feet high,

Being-time.

Sometimes a monk’s staff, a fly whisk,

Being-time.

Sometimes a pillar, sometimes a stone lantern,

Being-time.

Sometimes Mr. Chang, Mr. Li,

Being-time.

Sometimes the good earth and the vast skies,

Being-time.

-Eihei Dōgen

-Translated by Charles Vacher & Eidō Shimano Rōshi, excerpted from Shōbōgenzō Uji, ISBN#2-909-422-24-0, Pub. by Encre Marine

In December of 2012, having been in solitary zazen on the 6th day of Rohatsu, I noticed a mote of dust floating in a beam of winter sunlight pouring in my window. I couldn’t stop looking at it intensely. Upon experiencing that floating mote of dust I realized everything, everywhere has always existed all at once, as well as what I ridiculously call “myself”. At that moment the deeply engrained notion, the notion which had tethered me in countless ways, the delusion of time, dissolved completely for me. I knew in my marrow that what I thought about time was an immaterial, forged concept. I saw what I previously had called “time” was a deep interrelationship with all being, not just sentient being, but all being. If prajna is “the absolute nature (wisdom) of things as they are”, then the essence I was considering as “time” was empty sky, absolute zero, all encompassing. Then I had a funny thought, “It’s like everybody, everything, are all in the swimming pool at the same time always.” When I talked to Roshi about it in dokusan he just smiled a wry smile and said, “Being time, for the time being”.

Our teaching tells us that everything exists together simultaneously in any given moment. In our experience of dream consciousness (Saṃbhogakāya) we often realize a dissolution or warping of our static understanding of time. We move effortlessly through time and space, realities and conceptual realms, dissolving and reforming. If we pause and rest in natural awareness we experience this in our waking consciousness also; the “thoughtless moment” in our zazen.

Dainin Katagiri, (dai osho), says, “Dogen’s word being represents all sentient beings existing in the formless realm of timelessness, and time characterizes the existence of completely independent moments. Being and time work together, so Dōgen doesn’t separate them; he uses the one term being-time. Nothing has a fixed existence, so being must also be no-being. No-being means being disappears into the arising moment and becomes one with time. When being is time, being manifests as the particular forms of the phenomenal world, and time occupies the whole of space as the present moment.”

So, you see, being is time and time is being.

SCHEDULE 10/1-10/8

MONDAY, 6:30AM: ZAZEN AT THE TEA HOUSE

MONDAY, 7PM, DREAM KOAN AT THE TEA HOUSE OR ZOOM

WEDNESDAY, 6:30AM: ZAZEN AT THE TEA HOUSE OR ZOOM

THURSDAY, 6:30AM: SADHANA AT THE TEA HOUSE OR ZOOM

FRIDAY, 6:30AM: ZAZEN AT THE TEA HOUSE

         DOKUSAN WITH ZENHO SENSEI

So dear friends, until next time,

Being time for the time being.

Deep peace and great love,

Issan & Zenho

PS

Issan is out of town, Thursday-Wed.

Here’s Noah’s poem for us this week:

The season has begun to change

and I drive east

through a familiar land

I feel apart from 

Time tightens

as I try to figure out how to enter 

each moment

fully

The same themes emerge in my mind

the iron car traps my thoughts 

who is awake anyway?

the man sunken into his chair 

selling me the snickers bar at the gas station

the woman staring out the nighttime window

in the diner

the mechanic balancing my tires 

telling me that there is a way of seeing 

that emerges once the ego is cracked away

and what is it?

this wakefulness that I yearn for 

as the desert mountains 

become hills of grass

become forests of pines

become the 

ocean

Blog Post 9-25-22

black panther

“If you see something that looks like a star
And it’s shooting up out of the ground…”

The sun barely a few days beyond the equator. I can already see the light reflected simultaneously from top and bottoms of leaves. This trail faces due east, and a strong wind is blowing me directly up the mountain. The colors remain surprisingly vibrant: golden yellow and mustard yellow, violet and periwinkle, red and autumn orange, emerald and sea green. The scent of turned earth and scarred rocks and rotting treefall an unmistakable savoring on the tongue. High clouds are scudding south to true north. Stopping to sip water, I look above and the clouds as well have paused their journey, perhaps to tie a loose lace. Motionless together, even as we hurtle at 490,000 miles an hour through the Milky Way. The wind at my back nudges, and I’m once again escorted uphill. I will turn back soon. Perhaps this wind will keep me from falling completely off.

Dream Koan was remarkable this week. The koan “Nansen (Nanquan Puyuan) kills the cat,” Gateless Gate, Case #14, was chosen at random. This is considered a “Nanto Koan,” surprising, O WOW, difficult to realize. The story emanates from dream consciousness; Nansen’s dream consciousness. The monks are arguing. How often do we hear arguing around us – it rarely makes us want to kill a cat. Yet Nansen is really upset. He’s struggling with something. And the arguing within his very own consciousness, is really bothering him. It bothers him so much that he threatens to kill a cat. And then he projects the responsibility for his horrible threat onto the monks – “You have to say something to save the cat. It is your responsibility. Not mine.” The monks won’t let him off the hook, and none respond. Nansen kills the cat.

Can we for a moment imagine how horribly painful this is for Nansen. A person dedicated to Buddhist ethics, and yet here in his dream consciousness killing a sentient being. AAAARRRRRGGGGGGHHHHHHHHH Pain. Perhaps deep shame. Confusion. Anger.

Later, Joshu (Zhaozhou) appears in the dream consciousness. Nansen rcognises that he is not clear. Perhaps, like the rest of us, he will never be completely clear. AND, in true humility, he turns to Joshu. He turns to his student for help – Joshu as Guru Yoga. Nansen confides in Joshu about what has been happening for him. Joshu puts his sandals on his head and walks away. Nansen realizes something in this embodiment of Joshu. 

I have been listening to some podcasts. Lately by what are called “sense makers.” They are all quite adept at recounting their version of human history, and human evolutionary stresses, that have brought us to the point of environmental catastrophe. They all have an understanding that technology and “left brain” “Game A” thinking is core problem. I listen to them in the hope that I will hear a practice suggested that will be in service of healing our problems. I listened to Iain McGilchrist this morning on Rebel Wisdom. Same litany of problems spoken in upper class English accent. The solution? Have better conversations (despite the fact that language appears to have some left brain predominance) and develop better technologies to enhance better conversations. 

These podcasters are like the monks of the East and West houses. Incoherent chatter generating arguments of word castle conceptualizations. And I found myself, not unlike Nansen, getting angry. Expecting them to SAY something to alleviate the problem.

I took my sandals. Placing my feet above my head, I walked the mountain.

And then wrote this. So I ask, did the wind keep me from falling completely off?

“And the sound that I’m hearing is only the sound
Of the low spark of high-heeled boys”

Poem offering from Noah Seltzer

Sometimes I awaken to the 

Kiss of the morning sun 

And still mistrust 

The dreams 

That flickered from my 

Soul 

I forget 

That the fire was

Burning for 

Me 

When we sat around singing

For I sometimes think

I must 

Run away to

Arrive

Here

At last 

But then again 

But then again

This moment 

And this one too

Has presented itself

To be 

the very 

Fabric of 

Revelation

SCHEDULE 9/26/22-10/2/22 
MONDAY, 6:30AM: ZAZEN AT THE TEA HOUSE
MONDAY, 7PM, DREAM KOAN AT THE TEA HOUSE OR ZOOM
TUESDAY, 6:30AM, ZAZEN AT THE TEA HOUSE
WEDNESDAY, 6:30AM: ZAZEN AT THE TEA HOUSE OR ZOOM
THURSDAY, 6:30 AM: VAJRAKILAYA AT THE TEA HOUSE OR ZOOM
DOKUSAN ALSO AVAILABLE
FRIDAY, 6:30 AM: ZAZEN AND DOKUSAN AT THE TEA HOUSE

8 Deep Bows

Zenho and Issan

Blog Post 9-18-22

The Lion And The Mouse Story - Interesting Moral Story for Kids

“Zuiban nagaku ikasarette itadaire orimasu ne (I have been caused to live by the deep-conditions of the universe to which I am humbly and deeply grateful)” – old Jiko in A Tale For The Time Being, Ruth Ozeki.

After cleaning out a mouse nest, I have finished putting new insulation in the attic. Hot and sweaty. The Sandia Mountains have just finished covering the last rim of today’s Sun. The sun that shines equally on mouse, and scattered bird-now-mouse seed, and insulation and sweat and me. The Sun is gone, and It is somehow seen more clearly. Just where you are, just this moment, how do you respond to this empty sky that is completely, utterly, radiantly full. Quick. Don’t be bashful.

Noah Seltzer’s poem of the week:

The wind 

As she blew the ancient oak down to its 

Death 

Was doing her best 

The water 

That swallowed the homes of those who prayed 

Couldn’t do it any other way 

And I 

In each rhythm of my heart

Meet this moment the best I can

And one day

I will know that this exhausted exhale is the 

Perfect offering to the trees 

In the silent morning 

breeze– 

SCHEDULE 9/18/22-9/2/22
MONDAY, 6:30AM: ZAZEN AT THE TEA HOUSE
MONDAY, 7PM, DREAM KOAN AT THE TEA HOUSE OR ZOOM
TUESDAY, 6:30AM, ZAZEN AT THE TEA HOUSE
WEDNESDAY, 6:30AM: ZAZEN AT THE TEA HOUSE OR ZOOM
THURSDAY, 6:30 AM: VAJRAKILAYA AT THE TEA HOUSE OR ZOOM
DOKUSAN ALSO AVAILABLE
FRIDAY, 6:30 AM: ZAZEN AND DOKUSAN AT THE TEA HOUSE

DREAMS ARE THE FACTS FROM WHICH WE MUST PROCEED.

-CG JUNG

THE NATURE OF DREAMS points to the innate clarity of the natural, or resting state of mind. Emanations of mind in dreams are ornamentation of primordial or unconditioned awakened mind.

We have been enjoying a remarkable experience of discovery and awakening in the Dream Koan Group! As we engage in the imagery of our shared dreams we are able to experience and embody the arising of the dharma in its purest form. Saṃbhogakāya, the subtle body of limitless form, and the movement of Tzu-jan; the burgeoning forth of things of themselves. Unencumbered by the duality of ego-mind, fresh and clear, pregnant with possibility and juicy with nourishment we plunge into the indivisible basic space of pristine awareness together. When engaged with one another as a Dream-Sangha we coalesce into the transpersonal reality of One Being-ness in the ship of dreams as our vessel. True, that for each individual there arises a personal cache of feeling-tones and imagery that constellates one’s personal experience, the undeniable reality is that we are all drinking from the communal well as we quench our thirsts for inner meaning. It is a truly amazing experience!

Please join us on this amazing journey as often as you can. As with all things, time ripens the fruits of this practice.

Please note: Dream Koan Group Practice has moved to Monday nights at 7 PM at the Tea House or on ZOOM. This is the new link: DREAM KOAN MONDAY

SCHEDULE 9/11-9/18

MONDAY, 6:30AM: ZAZEN AT THE TEA HOUSE

MONDAY, 7PM, DREAM KOAN AT THE TEA HOUSE OR ZOOM

TUESDAY, 6:30AM, ZAZEN AT THE TEA HOUSE

WEDNESDAY, 6:30AM: ZAZEN AT THE TEA HOUSE OR ZOOM

Travel notes: Issan & Zenho will be out of town Thursday-Monday for the

International Conference On Zen Bluegrass Buffoonery

being held in Flagstaff, AZ at the Pickin’ in the Pines Bluegrass Festival.

Deep peace, great love,

Issan & Zenho

#12 Grimmwauld Place

#12 Grimwauld Place

Dear Sangha,
12 Grimmwauld Place.
Those with an eye to see, know it is there. A place of refuge for the Order of the
Phoenix. It is a place that appears suddenly, out of nowhere. Ordinary laws of
space and time do not apply. Sirius Black gave his love and his life in offering this
refuge. Generous.
We have been talking recently of altering the courtyard space. In part to be able
to offer Dokusan with some privacy. I spoke with Scott the other day. He likes the
idea of a simple platform over our Zen garden. He is also interested in changing
the heat for the Zendo to radiant heat in the floor. This will save on heating costs
long term.
I asked Scott about our CPOP finances, and reviewed the donations to
Eighthwave Community. I found that only 3 members of the Sangha have made
any financial contribution in 2022. We cannot sustain ourselves at this level of
support.
Most often, I find that people arrive at the Zendo at the stroke of 6:30 for sitting,
assuming that everything will be ready for them. The same with Zoom Dokusan.
I truly ask “What is happening?”
Shakymuni offered profound teachings on generosity. As a guide, I prefer to point,
and allow other’s relationship to the pointing to bring the teaching. I can see that
I have not been pointing well!
I will be more direct, spill my guts, as it were. There is something hidden in
generosity. When giving is undertaken without thought of giver-receiver, without
thought of addition or subtraction, without thought of benefit or loss, the very
fabric of time and space dissolve. The time that we didn’t think we had, suddenly
appears, like 12 Grimmwauld Place. The money or material goods that we
thought we lacked, suddenly change, like 12 Grimmwauld Place. And it is not
magic. It is the very fabric of reality being revealed in generosity. The very same
generosity that the cosmos offers to each of us, through each of us.

There is another factor that may be contributing. We are a bit of a hierarchical
group. It may be necessary to develop a different organizational structure.
Allowing the Sangha members to determine the direction we’d like to follow, may
well change our group dynamics.
I am telling you what I have experienced in generosity. And truly asking each of us
what direction we wish to pursue.
8 Deep Bows,
Zenho
p.s. On another topic. Io has been generously inviting me to participate in Ecstatic
Dance on Tuesday evenings. She does not have any flexibility as to the evening
this can be offered. I am going to take her up on this offer. Therefore, I will have
to change my availability for Dream Koan. This week, Dream koan will be at usual
time on Tuesday 7PM. Starting next week, I will offer it on Wednesday 7PM. I
hope to see you there.
Zenho

Here’s our poem for this week from Noah:

I wander through a field 

I’ve returned to before 

the field where I tasted the texture of the robin playing in the 

breeze 

but the trees all look the same today 

and alone I walk ahead 

and only realize that I just want to lie down on the patchy grass path 

when I trip on a root and fall

-Noah Seltzer

SCHEDULE 9/4-9/11

MONDAY, 6:30AM: ZAZEN AT THE TEA HOUSE

TUESDAY, 7PM, DREAM KOAN AT THE TEA HOUSE OR ZOOM

WEDNESDAY, 6:30AM: ZAZEN AT THE TEA HOUSE OR ZOOM

THURSDAY, 6:30AM: SADHANA AT THE TEA HOUSE OR ZOOM

         DOKUSAN WITH ISSAN SENSEI

FRIDAY, 6:30AM: ZAZEN AT THE TEA HOUSE

         DOKUSAN WITH ZENHO SENSEI