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On "The Dawn Tree" ... Lovely ... evocative of starkness, and purity in its simplicity ... invites reflection on 'emptiness', silent witness ... as may be the 'merely empty self' ... thus merely labelled at the base of the mind ...

Is the verse you offer following any particular cadence/rythmn ... stylistic form ? like Haiku?

When I was very young ... in grade school I was introduced to the concept of form in verse in Haiku ...

My effort then which I remember yet:

Trickling Water Flows

Bubbling Down the Mountainside

Freed From Icy Bonds

The impulse for liberation comes in many ways at all times in our lives ... to be honoured, and remembered, in the mind moment whenever it arises.

Metta.

Alex

 

 

 

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, Dharma Wayfarer

<dharmawayfarer wrote:

>

> On "The Dawn Tree" ... Lovely ... evocative of starkness, and

purity in its simplicity ... invites reflection on 'emptiness',

silent witness ... as may be the 'merely empty self' ... thus merely

labelled at the base of the mind ...

>

> Is the verse you offer following any particular

cadence/rythmn ... stylistic form ? like Haiku?

>

> When I was very young ... in grade school I was introduced to

the concept of form in verse in Haiku ...

>

> My effort then which I remember yet:

>

> Trickling Water Flows

> Bubbling Down the Mountainside

> Freed From Icy Bonds

>

> The impulse for liberation comes in many ways at all times in

our lives ... to be honoured, and remembered, in the mind moment

whenever it arises.

>

> Metta.

>

> Alex

>

>

>

> Everyone is raving about the all-new Mail beta.

>

 

 

Hi Alex & Welcome Matt

 

"The impulse for liberation comes in many ways at all times in

our lives ... to be honoured, and remembered, in the mind moment

whenever it arises." Lovely.

 

Understanding

is

a perfect snowflake

m

e

l

t

i

n

g

 

Om Shanti,

Anna

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Sorry ... perhaps over-indulging ... but another series of 'mind-moments' was triggered on the word 'tree' in the "Dawn Tree" verse as offered by another list member.

Are any of you familiar with the Sutra of Hui Neng?

Basically this is the account of the passing of the 'mantle' (the bowl and the robe) on his impending retirement, from the 5th to the 6th Cha'an (Zen) Patriarch. As the story goes Hui Neng was an illiterate peasant ... who seeking 'knowlege' or possibly confirmation of that which he thought he knew, offered his services as a kitchen/hand at the temple of the 5th Patriarch. At about this time, the Patriarch/Abbott had announced he would pass on his robe and bowl (the patriarchy) to the one among his students who could write a verse that demonstrated they had realized their 'essence of mind'. Much buzz buzz followed ... and all the students abjured from offering any verse in deference to their prefect, who felt the heat and wrote anonomously on the temple wall, the following:

"The Mind is Like a Bodhi Tree

A Bright Mirror Standing

Faithfully we Must Wipe it Clear Each Day

Lest the Dust Should Cling"

The next day the 5th Patriarch walked by, read it, and pronounced that the author was one who had come to the threshold and yet had not crossed it. However, all would accrue great merit if they recited the stanza ... and practiced it ...

Hence ... the next day .. a young monk walked by the kitchen reciting aloud the afore-mentioned stanza, whereupon Hui Neng ... asked about it ... and thus informed asked to be brought to where (on the Temple Wall) it was written .. so he might give obeisance.

Thus escorted, he, the illiterate, was emboldened and prevailed upon the literate monk to write (for he could not) alongside the stanza ... another ... of his own impromptu composition ... it read and was transcribed thus:

"There Never Was a Bodhi Tree

Nor Bright Mirror Standing

Fundementally Not One Thing Exits

So Where is the Dust to Cling?"

So ... wending my/our way to the end of this tale ... (begging your indulgence ... zen stuff here ? :)

The 5th Patriarch dropped by the kitchen late in the evening .. and coughed, or otherwise got Hui Neng's attention ... and signalled him to come to his chambers after midnite.

Whereupon ... Hui Neng showed up .. and basically .... received the message from the Abbott ... ok son ... you got the bowl .. you got the robe ... now get the heck out of Dodge City .. because the rest of these deputies (wannabees) are gonna kill you ... (omg ... refrains of "I Shot the Sheriff" playinging in my mind here ... :)

Mind is Like a Bodhi Tree ... (under which Shakyamuni sat at the time of his full realization)

Ok .. that's it .. end of borrowed story ... but an offered departure from 'Tree' ... a powerfrully evocative symbol ... Tree of Life ... and many others in our shared cultural traditions ... perhaps we all should plant a tree, and watch it grow ... physically and/or metaphorically ... and be the witness of its' growth ... and ours over a lifetime.

Metta.

Alex

 

 

 

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:))

 

The whole baobab tree of illusion

With its roots

And it's trunk

And it's sap

And it's bark

And all its branches and leaves and shade

 

All of it

The whole complete tree

Is contained

In the tiny seed

Known by the name

of

"Me"

 

 

_()_

yosy

 

 

 

 

 

, Dharma Wayfarer

<dharmawayfarer wrote:

>

> Sorry ... perhaps over-indulging ... but another series of 'mind-

moments' was triggered on the word 'tree' in the "Dawn Tree" verse as

offered by another list member.

>

> Are any of you familiar with the Sutra of Hui Neng?

>

> Basically this is the account of the passing of the 'mantle' (the

bowl and the robe) on his impending retirement, from the 5th to the

6th Cha'an (Zen) Patriarch. As the story goes Hui Neng was an

illiterate peasant ... who seeking 'knowlege' or possibly

confirmation of that which he thought he knew, offered his services

as a kitchen/hand at the temple of the 5th Patriarch. At about this

time, the Patriarch/Abbott had announced he would pass on his robe

and bowl (the patriarchy) to the one among his students who could

write a verse that demonstrated they had realized their 'essence of

mind'. Much buzz buzz followed ... and all the students abjured from

offering any verse in deference to their prefect, who felt the heat

and wrote anonomously on the temple wall, the following:

>

> "The Mind is Like a Bodhi Tree

> A Bright Mirror Standing

> Faithfully we Must Wipe it Clear Each Day

> Lest the Dust Should Cling"

>

> The next day the 5th Patriarch walked by, read it, and pronounced

that the author was one who had come to the threshold and yet had not

crossed it. However, all would accrue great merit if they recited

the stanza ... and practiced it ...

>

> Hence ... the next day .. a young monk walked by the kitchen

reciting aloud the afore-mentioned stanza, whereupon Hui Neng ...

asked about it ... and thus informed asked to be brought to where (on

the Temple Wall) it was written .. so he might give obeisance.

>

> Thus escorted, he, the illiterate, was emboldened and prevailed

upon the literate monk to write (for he could not) alongside the

stanza ... another ... of his own impromptu composition ... it read

and was transcribed thus:

>

> "There Never Was a Bodhi Tree

> Nor Bright Mirror Standing

> Fundementally Not One Thing Exits

> So Where is the Dust to Cling?"

>

> So ... wending my/our way to the end of this tale ... (begging

your indulgence ... zen stuff here ? :)

>

> The 5th Patriarch dropped by the kitchen late in the evening ..

and coughed, or otherwise got Hui Neng's attention ... and signalled

him to come to his chambers after midnite.

>

> Whereupon ... Hui Neng showed up .. and basically .... received

the message from the Abbott ... ok son ... you got the bowl .. you

got the robe ... now get the heck out of Dodge City .. because the

rest of these deputies (wannabees) are gonna kill you ... (omg ...

refrains of "I Shot the Sheriff" playinging in my mind here ... :)

>

> Mind is Like a Bodhi Tree ... (under which Shakyamuni sat at the

time of his full realization)

>

> Ok .. that's it .. end of borrowed story ... but an offered

departure from 'Tree' ... a powerfrully evocative symbol ... Tree of

Life ... and many others in our shared cultural traditions ...

perhaps we all should plant a tree, and watch it grow ... physically

and/or metaphorically ... and be the witness of its' growth ... and

ours over a lifetime.

>

> Metta.

>

> Alex

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