A Newborn Baby

“A new born baby...is it born with all six consciousnesses.”

My first art teacher said, “A work of art is finished when none of the original idea remains.”

I think it is the same when working with a koan. Initially I was thinking of a new born baby, not realizing that was me, being reborn over and over again. And then I was hit over the head with “no consciousnesses” in the Heart Sutra. Finally I remembered a line in Hsin Hsin Ming, “Don't get tangled in the world, don't lose yourself in emptiness...”

No Beard

“Why has the western Barbarian no beard?”

How am I when the other is wrong? Yesterday someone was driving the wrong way on a one way street. How might I have responded? Was I “pulled by karma or led by vow.”

Hanging from a Branch

Kyogen said, “It’s like a man up a tree, hanging from a branch with his mouth; his hands cannot grasp a bough, his feet won’t reach one. Under the tree there is a man who asks him the meaning of Bodhidharma’s coming from the West. If he does not answer he will lose his life. What should he do?”

How hard it is to accept one's condition. Or the condition of the world. It is much easier to blame others or to come up with a clever solution. As I sit, I realize that “this is it!”

In a Dream

“How do you answer if you are asked, what is the meaning of Bodhidharma coming from the west, by someone in a dream? If you cannot answer it the teachings of the Buddha are worthless.”

Norman Fischer Lojong slogan, “See everything as a dream” might have helped me to lighten up a little. Every week I'd complain to my dad about some injustice in my life. He would always divert the conversation to something more interesting.

In a Dream 2

“If you cannot answer it, the teaching of the Buddha is worthless.”

When I drift off, it is always uncomfortable to be asked, “Where are you right now?” And then there is the boundless “now” that began before my parents were born and maybe never ends.

How simple am I willing to let it be?

I'm just dreaming!!!

Moving Mountains

“A man asked Ummon, “How do Buddhas appear?” Ummon answered, “The eastern mountain moves along the stream.”

Mountains are mountains...or are they...or aren't they?

It was only recently that I realized that motion, not stillness, is the default.

Aimlessness

“Absorbed in the flight of birds, he sees mindlessly.”

I see two brands of concentration: hard and soft. Seeing this way is definitely soft. And maybe so soft it becomes hard.

Murmuring Waters

“Through the flowing murmuring waters he walks leisurely.

It amazes me that the water doesn't get tired, like my grandfather-in-law who could pull weeds all day long. Or like sitting when I'm not waiting for the bell.

The Leaf Falls

“Empty handed—the wind blows. Yet holding a rake—the leaf falls.”

We think we are ready. Ha! Every moment a surprise!

Incense Powder

“Bring me the incense powder made out of shunyata (boundlessness)."

I'm learning that simple acts can be done with such reverence. Even smiling at a person or shaking their hand. When done this way, the earth seems to stop moving for a moment and we can hear the bell permeating everywhere, even before and after.

Beginningless 4: The beginningless self-nature has been awakened.

“Seikenko of Cho composed a gatha as he was enlightened upon hearing thunder strike.
Sitting in the room in absolute silence.
Mind-source unmoved, filled like still water.
The striking of thunder has opened the gate of the head’s crown.
The beginningless self-nature has been awakened.
Present the implication or content of each line.”

Knock, knock, who's there? Maybe this awakening is just like unexposed film. Lots of potential and ready for action.

Beginningless 3: The striking of thunder has opened the gate of the head's crown.

“Seikenko of Cho composed a gatha as he was enlightened upon hearing thunder strike.
Sitting in the room in absolute silence.
Mind-source unmoved, filled like still water.
The striking of thunder has opened the gate of the head’s crown.
The beginningless self-nature has been awakened.
Present the implication or content of each line.”

I like the expression, “you hit it on the head.” And not only the crown, but the proturberance on the top of the head representing the status of being a Buddha. And yet, this is only an entrance, a door.

Beginningless 2: Mind-source unmoved, filled like still water.

“Seikenko of Cho composed a gatha as he was enlightened upon hearing thunder strike.
Sitting in the room in absolute silence.
Mind-source unmoved, filled like still water.
The striking of thunder has opened the gate of the head’s crown.
The beginningless self-nature has been awakened.
Present the implication or content of each line.”

It is so easy to be still when not much is happening. Not even being anticipatory. We mistakenly hope that life will be like this. Mistakenly because that's an invitation for disappointment.

Beginningless 1: Sitting in the room in absolute silence.

“Seikenko of Cho composed a gatha as he was enlightened upon hearing thunder strike.
Sitting in the room in absolute silence.
Mind-source unmoved, filled like still water.
The striking of thunder has opened the gate of the head’s crown.
The beginningless self-nature has been awakened.
Present the implication or content of each line.”

Absolute silence seems like a contradiction in terms. I look at the figure we (me and my cosmic assistant) drew and I look like I'm being electrocuted. I seemed to be hearing lots.

He asked how did the study of the koans affect my sitting. Maybe here, I could see myself so agitated. Barely "sitting."

Art Class: Change, Repetition, and Variety

My first art teacher, Robert Erickson, would tell us that a work of art is finished when none of the original idea remains. This started as a test for writing words directly with my digital tablet. Then it morphed to these eight figures.

My second art teacher, for basic design, spoke of repetition and variety. Too much of one leads to boredom, and the other to chaos.

Five-Storied Pagoda 3

“Take out a five-storied pagoda from a teapot.”

Is it enough to just do a job? What state of mind is required? Dogen wrote, “...he must handle them as carefully as if they were his own eyes.” I can simply put the pagoda in the tea pot, plunk!, or I can do it with the realization this is my own eyes that I'm holding in my hands.

Five-Storied Pagoda 2

“Take out a five-storied pagoda from a teapot.”

I don't think you eat the strawberry as a last resort. Rather it is just about “being here now.“ Still, my mind was on the tigers. I couldn't enjoy the strawberry worrying about death. Odd how we might know what we might do or think... but that doesn't help.

Five-Storied Pagoda 1

“Take out a five-storied pagoda from a teapot.”

Jesus said, “With God all things are possible,” when speaking of entering the kingdom of heaven. The zen teacher Norman Fischer is a great champion of imagination. Yet I was stuck with this simple act. Again, I was trying so hard to “figure it out.”

A Stone Grave 2

“How do you get out of a stone grave which is locked from the outside?”

We speak as nirvana and sansara as both being part of life, and each being a necessary ingredient for enlightenment. What do I do when I'm in an intolerable situation? My difficulty was that I wasn't being honest.

A Stone Grave 1

“How do you get out of a stone grave which is locked on the outside.”

At first seemed like a situation I would probably never encounter—and then realizing now (in retrospect) it is my life, being in this body and world that I have so little power over. Though I can think of death as inevitable...I could flip that and consider life (really tasting life) as a possibility.

Peel of Orange 2

“Bring me the peel of orange you ate yesterday.”

What can we really deliver? What can I bring today?

Peel of Orange 1

“Bring me the peel of orange you ate yesterday.”

I seem to be feeling around for my pillow in the dark...and not finding it. Where am I, in yesterday or in today?

When the World was Created 3

“When the world was created, what was god (the creator) like?”

The second I refer to “I,” a messy duality is born. Maybe I should adopt a pronoun, like “they.” Sometimes with these koans I feel like screaming, “Stop messing with me!”

When the World was Created 2

“When the world was created, what was god (the creator) like?”

It makes sense that the head is so big in this drawing because I was so full of my head. Why didn't I see that I was simply being born, one moment ago?

When the World was Created 1

“When the world was created, what was god (the creator) like?”

I should have sympathy for those parts of my brain that is activated by such questions. Why haven't they learned to simply ask your body? So I guess I'm blaming them a little, like I might blame a kid who is raises his hand in class to answer a question, and who always misses the point.

A Hungry Ghost

“Save a Hungry Ghost”

Yesterday I thought about how the fulfillment of a desire doesn't end craving. Maybe it does for the first few bites, but then we start worrying about how much the ice cream cost, or will it make me fatter, or will it give me cavities. So we can't even enjoy the ice cream. Or we might, and then instantly start craving something else. Hungry isn't ended by feeding. Suffering is caused by craving, but is ended by other means than eating (i.e. the Eight Fold path).

River 2

“Stop the Fighting Across the River.”

This is a great lesson on what I can do. And hopeful if I stop fighting, there will be a little less war.

River 1

“Stop the Fighting Across the River”

I'm surprised how agitated I appear in the drawing. Now it is almost six months after I drew this one, and I see myself as the one with the pease [sic] pipe and the man sleeping on the beach as the one I'd like to be. I tried to represent the fighting as a bunch of twisted branches in a fire. I wish I could stop the fighting. And I wonder whether the fighting is really occurring?

Ol' Monk

“Without using your hands, make this old priest get up.”

I was on the phone with a grammar and high school classmate earlier today. I asked him if he saw himself as an old person, being almost 80. He kept saying, “That's a really good question.” I said, ”Growing up, we'd call someone who was almost 80 as old." “Yes,” he replied.

Thinking of these koans as tricky puzzles is where I go off. Better to be naive and uncomplicated.

Siblings 2