High Rice.

[Guest guest]

Fuke (P'u-hua) and Rinsai were having

dinner at the house of a lay follower,

Rinsai lifted a grain of rice with

his chop sticks and exclaimed " Behold

mount Sumeru. How could this miracle

come about? "

 

Fuke overturned Rinsai's table, and the

food landed on Rinsai's lap.

 

" What a rude fellow. Was that necessary? "

asked Rinsai.

 

" If eating is not enough, then wear your food, "

replied Fuke "

 

Next day, while they were eating together,

Rinsai asked, " What's the difference between

last night and now? "

 

Fuke darted forward to overturn the table,

but Rinsai lifted his rice bowl first, and yelled,

" Behold mount mount Sumeru! "

 

P: Who was ruder, Rinsai for bringing up Zen

while eating, or Fuke? Who was wiser, Fuke

for pointing out that rice is always rice, and eating,

is always eating, or Rinsai by pointing out that Fuke's

insistence in seeing rice as just rice was no more real

than seeing rice as mount Sumeru?

 

Walking a tightrope your feet are your eyes, and thoughts

your blindfold.

 

Pete

[Guest guest]

Nisargadatta , Pete S <pedsie5 wrote:

>

> Fuke (P'u-hua) and Rinsai were having

> dinner at the house of a lay follower,

> Rinsai lifted a grain of rice with

> his chop sticks and exclaimed " Behold

> mount Sumeru. How could this miracle

> come about? "

>

> Fuke overturned Rinsai's table, and the

> food landed on Rinsai's lap.

>

> " What a rude fellow. Was that necessary? "

> asked Rinsai.

>

> " If eating is not enough, then wear your food, "

> replied Fuke "

>

> Next day, while they were eating together,

> Rinsai asked, " What's the difference between

> last night and now? "

>

> Fuke darted forward to overturn the table,

> but Rinsai lifted his rice bowl first, and yelled,

> " Behold mount mount Sumeru! "

>

> P: Who was ruder, Rinsai for bringing up Zen

> while eating, or Fuke? Who was wiser, Fuke

> for pointing out that rice is always rice, and eating,

> is always eating, or Rinsai by pointing out that Fuke's

> insistence in seeing rice as just rice was no more real

> than seeing rice as mount Sumeru?

>

> Walking a tightrope your feet are your eyes, and thoughts

> your blindfold.

>

> Pete

>

 

 

 

 

LONESOME MOON

 

 

The stories we tell are telling on us,

Thunder rolls in,

The sky opens and storms on men

Nakedly dance around campfires

Flames lick the wind

Tales of glory, twice told tales,

Yet there is a delicate balance in the

Perfect silence that holds all things

Close to its breast.

The owl speaks kindly

To the night air,

Shooting stars pass this way but once,

The lonesome moon knows this.

And the rain falls come what may.

 

 

Peace Is A Gift,

 

Anna