Mu #5

Koan:

A monk asked Joshu, a Chinese Zen master: “Has a dog Buddha-nature or not?”
Joshu answered, “Mu!”

Photons don’t reveal themselves until they connect with phenomenon. Just like light, buddha nature must be everywhere and every time, but it needs phenomenon to reveal itself. If mu is anywhere it must be everywhere, always. A mist. The buddhafield. Kind of like sweat.

Mu #4

Koan:

A monk asked Joshu, a Chinese Zen master: “Has a dog Buddha-nature or not?”
Joshu answered, “Mu!”

I've been told that there is just one buddha nature. Yet here it is just within me and my pup, with a sky of negative buddha nature. But what about the ground? And the trees? If buddha nature is anywhere, it has got to be everywhere. And I must remember that my everywhere is not your everywhere. One buddha nature but many everywheres.

Mu #3

Koan:

A monk asked Joshu, a Chinese Zen master: “Has a dog Buddha-nature or not?”
Joshu answered, “Mu!”

I merged with my dog. We were full of MT, so to speak. But we were isolated from everything else. Which is being alone. It didn't feel right.

Mu #1 and #2

Koan:

A monk asked Joshu, a Chinese Zen master: “Has a dog Buddha-nature or not?”
Joshu answered, “Mu!”

[Mu is the negative symbol in Chinese, meaning “No thing” or “Nay.”]

Years ago my teacher was telling us about Buddha-nature and I innocently asked [having two dogs] if dogs have Buddha-nature. He didn't answer, but subsequently on many occasions told me that I was too discursive.

1) I told my koan teacher that mu was stuck in my gut. He failed me, of course. I was adjusting to the fact that I'd fail each week I met with him and that would be fine. XLax didn't help either. Mu was stuck... like a hard rock.

2) By the next week I was imagining that I was in a mu-storm and it penetrated through me. I remember the song from the year we were married (1969), “Raindrops Keep Falling On My Head.” I was happy with mu flowing through me. And still I failed. There was still a dualism of me and mu.

The cool thing about koan study is that if someone told you the “answer” you'd still fail. Knowing about love or even the secret of a good relationship doesn't insure anything. Reading about going to Paris isn't the same as going to Paris. How does one have an experience of mu? Paris was easier.

Koan Puzzles Intro for book

An older cousin, Larry, who lived with us for a time, remembered that my dad was always giving us puzzles. There were a few puzzles I couldn’t solve. One was why no one could understand my speech. What was wrong with them, I thought? And the second was about death. What was that about? Was it something to fear? Why did my parents say that "life was for the living" and if we made the right decisions no harm would come to us. I liked math and especially word problems. They were my favorite pastime.

Fast forward to Zen. My first teacher told us that everything has Buddha Nature. Not knowing Mu, but having a couple of dogs, I asked him if dogs had Buddha Nature. He made a somewhat odd expression but kindly didn’t say, “that’s your first koan.”

Then I did a sesshin with a Rinzai zen teacher. The koan was, “What is this?” and time after time I was rung out before I could barely open my mouth. Why couldn’t I figure out this apparently simple koan?

I did take a koan class or two or three. One priest-to-be in the class seemed to get them. I couldn’t understand what they were about. They seemed to be esoteric and to rely on a holy grail with which I wasn’t familiar.

When I was head student I picked what seemed like a simple koan, only to discover that there are no simple koans. And to also discover that they are all simple. Suzuki Roshi said if it isn’t a paradox it isn’t true. Yesterday I asked our head student if there were any simple questions. I haven't found one yet. Maybe I'm coming to realize that I, not the question or koan, make questions difficult.

The koan I chose was the one where Buddha holds up a flower and Kassapa smiles. Every day I did a drawing with words about this koan and ended up doing my three head student dharma talks sharing these.

Imagination played a role here. But it wasn’t the imagination of making things up. To the contrary, I was asked once how I reconciled my work to that of the realists… and I responded that I’m a realist. I express what I’m feeling. I don’t like artists who make things up.

Which brings me to my pets. I have a rhino, a penguin, three dogs, and a half dog, half wolf. My wife says that they aren’t real… that they are just in my imagination. I insist that just because she can’t see them doesn’t mean they aren’t real. Lately she’s been more accepting that they might be real though not visible. Or maybe she’s just trying to humor me.

It was about a year ago when I made the web site for the Lay Zen Teachers Association. I worked with Al Rappaport and saw that he’d been teaching koans for a number of years. For about six months I’ve been working with him, meeting him weekly.

He started out asking me where I felt the koan in my body. I didn’t respond well to this but it did suggest that the koans weren’t discursive puzzles to figure out. I've discovered how I feel about things by looking at my drawings of them. In fact, as I started to look at some of the first drawings that I did of the koans, I saw that I had been expressing more than what I realized at the time.

Another of my teachers, Flint Sparks, would ask, “How simple are you willing to let it be?” It is quite amazing to me all the words spoken and written about Buddhism. And all the words about art. I remember in college doing a paper on Robert Frost and liking what he said when asked to explain one of his poems, “do you want me to tell you in other and worse language?” I feel that way about my drawings. However, for almost 60 years I have had a lot of words in my pictures. In fact, one of my painting/lithography teachers would tell me to get the words out of my pieces. I gave him one of my pieces with words and he hung it in the hallway of his house.

What was Buddha saying when he held up a flower? Kassapa got it with a smile. The other monks didn’t. It wasn’t that Buddha had a well-trained and discursive mind equal to few others. Rather, when he really had to say something profound, he held up a flower. Likewise, when Kassapa responded with a smile, he said more than all the grains of sand in the Ganges River.

My commentary below the drawings was written after the drawing was made. I saw things in the drawings that I didn’t initially see. Al would have me act out my response to the koan. Sometimes he would say, “You have it in the drawing.” So then I’d look again at the drawing and let my drawing speak to me.

Boyfriend

Rhinoceros Fan (an infamous koan)

One day Yanguan called to his attendant, "Bring me the rhinoceros fan."
The attendant said, "The fan is broken."
Yanguan said, "Then bring me the rhinoceros!"
The attendant had no reply.
Zifu drew a circle and wrote the word "rhino" inside it.

This is No Other

Dialogue with Charlie

Are You Enlightened?

JOKO BECK had finished a talk and asked if there were any questions. A young man raised his hand and bluntly asked, “Are you enlightened?” Her response was immediate. Laughing, she said, “I hope I should never have such a thought!”

Moon, Susan. The Hidden Lamp: Stories from Twenty-Five Centuries of Awakened Women (p. 41). Wisdom Publications. Kindle Edition.

Joshua, 1980

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Receiving and Giving

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Xiushan said, "What can you do about the world?"
Dizang said, "What do you call the world?"

The Lotus in Muddy Water

May we exist like a lotus, at home in the muddy water. Thus we bow to life as it is.

Skateboard Mishap

I thought he'd be all right on a skateboard. I was wrong.

Untitled 11/16/23

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Clouds and Cat

Still

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Neighbor's Lizard

Hand of God

Collaboration with Joseph Mallord William Turner

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Lotus From Muddy Water. Piatt County Nursing Home, Monticello, Illinois

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