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Nisargadatta , " tom " <jeusisbuen wrote:

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> to say 'I do' is altogether false, because there is nobody who does;

> all happens by itself, including the idea of being a doer.

>

indeed Tom. so what " does " (I used quotation marks just for you tom)

that truth of duality mean?

 

It means relax into duality playing itself out as forever it will

sponatneously and unpredictably and without meaning.

 

There is nothing to forgive.

Joe.

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Nisargadatta , " joe.irrelevant "

<joe.irrelevant wrote:

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> Nisargadatta , " tom " <jeusisbuen@> wrote:

> >

> > to say 'I do' is altogether false, because there is nobody who

does;

> > all happens by itself, including the idea of being a doer.

> >

> indeed Tom. so what " does " (I used quotation marks just for you tom)

> that truth of duality mean?

>

> It means relax into duality playing itself out as forever it will

> sponatneously and unpredictably and without meaning.

>

> There is nothing to forgive.

> Joe.

>

Joe: Duality means:Two.Knower and the known.When it is seen that

knower and known are one--as in form is emptiness, emptiness is form--

then duality bites the dust.How many have truely seen this--and not

just reasoned it out and then seen an image of the result of that

reasoning and taken that image for the real thing? Not too many

maybe. Z

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Nisargadatta , " tom " <jeusisbuen wrote:

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> Nisargadatta , " joe.irrelevant "

> <joe.irrelevant@> wrote:

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> > Nisargadatta , " tom " <jeusisbuen@> wrote:

> > >

> > > to say 'I do' is altogether false, because there is nobody who

> does;

> > > all happens by itself, including the idea of being a doer.

> > >

> > indeed Tom. so what " does " (I used quotation marks just for you

tom)

> > that truth of duality mean?

> >

> > It means relax into duality playing itself out as forever it will

> > sponatneously and unpredictably and without meaning.

> >

> > There is nothing to forgive.

> > Joe.

> >

> Joe: Duality means:Two.Knower and the known.When it is seen that

> knower and known are one--as in form is emptiness, emptiness is

form--

> then duality bites the dust.How many have truely seen this--and not

> just reasoned it out and then seen an image of the result of that

> reasoning and taken that image for the real thing? Not too many

> maybe. Z

>

the known is always duality. the knower is always not.

who cares how many? why does it matter to you? there is nothing

wrong with duality, there is just nothing right about it either.

Joe

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<joe.irrelevant wrote:

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> Nisargadatta , " tom " <jeusisbuen@> wrote:

> >

> > Nisargadatta , " joe.irrelevant "

> > <joe.irrelevant@> wrote:

> > >

> > > Nisargadatta , " tom " <jeusisbuen@> wrote:

> > > >

> > > > to say 'I do' is altogether false, because there is nobody who

> > does;

> > > > all happens by itself, including the idea of being a doer.

> > > >

> > > indeed Tom. so what " does " (I used quotation marks just for you

> tom)

> > > that truth of duality mean?

> > >

> > > It means relax into duality playing itself out as forever it will

> > > sponatneously and unpredictably and without meaning.

> > >

> > > There is nothing to forgive.

> > > Joe.

> > >

> > Joe: Duality means:Two.Knower and the known.When it is seen that

> > knower and known are one--as in form is emptiness, emptiness is

> form--

> > then duality bites the dust.How many have truely seen this--and not

> > just reasoned it out and then seen an image of the result of that

> > reasoning and taken that image for the real thing? Not too many

> > maybe. Z

> >

> the known is always duality. the knower is always not.

> who cares how many? why does it matter to you? there is nothing

> wrong with duality, there is just nothing right about it either.

> Joe

 

 

 

 

 

 

...the brn door was taken down the orange kelta kline.

 

whichibit t'be stolen strght 'gain fer a pittence:

 

too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ral,

 

too-ra-loo-ra-li,

 

too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ral,

 

hush, now don't you cry!

 

too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ral,

 

too-ra-loo-ra-li,

 

too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ral,

 

that's an irish lullaby.

 

 

 

..b.b.b.

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> the known is always duality. the knower is always not.

> who cares how many? why does it matter to you? there is nothing

> wrong with duality, there is just nothing right about it either.

> Joe

>

Joe: The known is a manifestation of the knower--Being knows by being

what it knows.The duality comes in when one part of the known is taken

for the knower, as in " I (ego) know this or that. " Fact is, ego is just

another derivitive of the real knower. Z

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Nisargadatta , " tom " <jeusisbuen wrote:

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> Nisargadatta , " joe.irrelevant " <> >

> > the known is always duality. the knower is always not.

> > who cares how many? why does it matter to you? there is nothing

> > wrong with duality, there is just nothing right about it either.

> > Joe

> >

> Joe: The known is a manifestation of the knower--Being knows by being

> what it knows.The duality comes in when one part of the known is taken

> for the knower, as in " I (ego) know this or that. " Fact is, ego is just

> another derivitive of the real knower. Z

 

 

who knew?

 

..b b.b.

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Nisargadatta , " roberibus111 "

<Roberibus111 wrote:

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> Nisargadatta , " tom " <jeusisbuen@> wrote:

> >

> > Nisargadatta , " joe.irrelevant " <> >

> > > the known is always duality. the knower is always not.

> > > who cares how many? why does it matter to you? there is

nothing

> > > wrong with duality, there is just nothing right about it either.

> > > Joe

> > >

> > Joe: The known is a manifestation of the knower--Being knows by

being

> > what it knows.The duality comes in when one part of the known is

taken

> > for the knower, as in " I (ego) know this or that. " Fact is, ego

is just

> > another derivitive of the real knower. Z

>

>

> who knew?

>

> .b b.b.

>

Tom,

you write nonsense.

the real knower huh? give me a break.

who you are will never be known.

Joe

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> Tom,

> you write nonsense.

> the real knower huh? give me a break.

> who you are will never be known.

> Joe

>

JOe: NO, the IS is all we will ever know, the WHAT IS.The knower---just

darkness. Z

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Nisargadatta , " tom " <jeusisbuen wrote:

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> > >

> > Tom,

> > you write nonsense.

> > the real knower huh? give me a break.

> > who you are will never be known.

> > Joe

> >

> JOe: NO, the IS is all we will ever know, the WHAT IS.The knower---

just

> darkness. Z

>

Tom

Darkness huh? Perhaps its Satan. or perhaps it's a black hole

If I were you I would jump in and see. what the hell right?

 

I say it again

who you are you will never be known.

and what is known is only mind inventing a loophole for itself.

and there ain't one nowhere.

Joe.

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Nisargadatta , " tom " <jeusisbuen wrote:

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> to say 'I do' is altogether false, because there is nobody who does;

> all happens by itself, including the idea of being a doer.

>

 

who told you?

 

i mean, who take responsibility for such statement?

 

Marc

 

 

Ps: nobody?

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<joe.irrelevant wrote:

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> Nisargadatta , " tom " <jeusisbuen@> wrote:

> >

> > > >

> > > Tom,

> > > you write nonsense.

> > > the real knower huh? give me a break.

> > > who you are will never be known.

> > > Joe

> > >

> > JOe: NO, the IS is all we will ever know, the WHAT IS.The knower---

> just

> > darkness. Z

> >

> Tom

> Darkness huh? Perhaps its Satan. or perhaps it's a black hole

> If I were you I would jump in and see. what the hell right?

>

> I say it again

> who you are you will never be known.

> and what is known is only mind inventing a loophole for itself.

> and there ain't one nowhere.

> Joe.

 

 

 

 

 

 

ok dudes..

 

just a short really familiar zen story....

 

then a whole bunch of shit from where i took that old saw..

 

then a quick comment for the hell of it.

 

here we go:

 

 

The Case

 

Nanchuan saw the monks of the eastern and western halls fighting over

a cat. Seizing the cat, he told the monks: " If any of you can say a

word of Zen, you will save the cat. " No one answered. Nanchuan cut the

cat in two. That evening Zhaozho returned to the monastery and

Nanchuan told him what had happened. Zhaozho removed his sandals,

placed them on his head, and walked out. Nanchuan said: " If you had

been there, you would have saved the cat. "

Mumon's Comment

 

Why did Zhaozho put his sandals on his head? If you can answer this

question, you will understand exactly that Nanchuan's action was not

in vain. If not, danger!

Mumon's Poem

 

Had Zhaozho been there

He would have taken charge.

Zhaozho snatches the sword

And Nanchuan begs for his life.

 

This story involves Nanchuan (Japanese: Nansen) and Zhaozho (Joshu),

two of the most important figures in Zen history. Zhaozho came to

Nanchuan when he was only about twenty years old. Nanchuan was lying

down taking a nap when the young man approached. Sitting up in bed, he

asked the Zen question (a wonderful question for anyone at any time),

" Where have you come from? " Zhaozho replied, " I come from Standing

Buddha Temple. " " Are there any standing Buddhas there? " asked

Nanchuan. Zhaozho replied, " Here I see a reclining Buddha. " Zhaozho

was a sincere, steady practitioner, devoted to his teacher, with whom

he remained for forty years. They were very close, as this story

shows, and they worked together to create a good learning environment

for the monks.

 

Both Nanchuan and Zhaozho figure in many stories in the koan

collections. The present case is probably the best-known—and most

disturbing—case in all of Zen. We could compare it to a similar story

that appears in the Bible, involving the wise king Solomon and a baby.

As the tale goes, two women are arguing over a baby, both claiming to

be the mother. Like Nanchuan, Solomon proposes to solve the dispute by

cutting the baby in two. He intends to give half to each of the women,

an eminently fair solution. One of the women speaks up immediately and

says, " No, don't do it. I am not the mother. Give the child to her! "

And so Solomon discovers that she is the real mother, the one who

cares most for the child's welfare.

 

The Solomon story is tidier and nicer than the story of Nanchuan and

the cat. We can easily discern its point, whereas Zen stories seem

harder to appreciate. People get confused when you say to them, " Say a

word of Zen! " They can't help but think there is something to this

that they don't understand. It paralyzes them. They can't say

anything. They think about it in a panic, and the more they think the

more baffled they become. A Zen monk is not half as smart as a mother.

A mother knows about love and devotion, so she is never speechless

when it comes to the welfare of her child. If the mother in the

Solomon story had been there she would have said to Nanchuan, " What's

the matter with you? How can you even think of killing that cat? You

are a Zen priest who has taken a precept against killing! " Surely

these words would have saved the cat. If the monks had been reasonable

ordinary feeling human beings instead of stupid monks with Zen gold

dust in their eyes, they would have spoken up like that or simply

grabbed the cat and run away. But they couldn't do it. Maybe they were

too intimidated by the prestige of the teacher.

 

In commenting on the case, Dogen said, " If I were Nanchuan, I would

have said, `If you cannot say a true word of Zen I will cut the cat,

and if you can say a true word of Zen I will also cut the cat.' " This

would have been a much less misleading challenge than the one posed by

Nanchuan. If I were one of the monks I would have said, " We can't

answer. Please, Master, cut the cat in two if you can. " Or, " Nanchuan,

you know how to cut the cat in two, but can you show us how to cut the

cat in one? " And again Dogen says, " If I were Nanchuan and the monks

could not answer, I would say, `Too bad you cannot answer,' and then I

would release the cat. "

 

We are all cut in two of course. That's living in this world of

discrimination and difference. I am me; therefore, I am not you. But

we are also cut in one, only we don't know it. Being cut in one is " I

am me and all is included in that, you and everything else. " We

practice zazen to remember that we are cut in one, as well as two.

When we are dead, we'll all be cut in one and only one. But we are

dying all the time. If we are Zen monks, we devote ourselves to

sitting on our cushions so that we can see this and integrate it into

our everyday living. When Zhaozho comes back later and puts his

sandals on his head, this is what he is saying. Putting a sandal on

the head was a sign of mourning in ancient China. Zhaozho is

expressing, " Teacher, do not fool me with your pantomime. You and I

both know that the cat is already dead. You and I are already dead.

All disputes are already settled. All things are beyond coming and

going, vast and wide, at peace. "

 

This same story appears in the two other major koan collections, the

Blue Cliff Record and the Book of Serenity, and the commentaries there

say that Nanchuan did not cut the cat in two but only pantomimed doing

it. Zen teachers do not commit murder, the commentaries say, even to

make an important point.

 

In Zen precepts study it is always noted that there are three levels

of precept practice—the literal, the compassionate and the ultimate.

On the literal level we follow the precepts according to their

explicit meanings—not to kill means not to kill, not even a bug. But

on the compassion level we recognize the complexity of

living—sometimes not to kill one thing is to kill something else. The

network of causality is endlessly complex; our human ideas cannot

encompass it. We recognize that precepts will be broken sometimes and

we affirm that our guide for precept practice will not be literality

but compassion. We will follow precepts with a heart of love for

beings. That motivation may sometimes cause us to break precepts in

order to help someone.

 

On the third level of precept study, the ultimate level, we recognize

that there is no breaking precepts. Precepts can neither be broken nor

kept, for they—like all that is—are empty of any identifiable self.

When we understand this deep truth, we naturally want to follow

precepts with a wide and flexible heart. This case involves the

ultimate level of precept practice: the recognition that there is no

killing, that life can never be killed—or to put it another way, that

life is already dead. When we know life at this level, we can really

appreciate its preciousness. It is this recognition that Nanchuan and

Zhaozho have, but that the monks lack.

 

This is not just Zen talk. It's really true. We think death is later,

but death is not later. It's now, as each moment passes irrevocably.

No wonder we can't see this. It's too terrifying! Our death doesn't

happen all of a sudden; it happens gradually—and always. But it is

also true that our death never comes. When we enter what is

conventionally called " death, " the " I " we have always thought we were

melts away, but the " I " we always actually were and always will be

remains, as ever, unmoving. Although this may sound paradoxical, it's

a plain truth, probably the most basic of all human truths: we are

always dying, and there is no such thing as death. Seen in this light,

the precepts are ultimately not simply rules of ethical conduct, a

list of do's and don't's. They are possibilities for us to understand

life's profundity through our conduct in the ordinary world. Practice

of the precepts takes us to the root of what it means to be alive, to

the center of the human problem of meaning. We are always faced with

the question whose depths we will never be able to fathom: what do I

do with this life now? This is precepts practice.

 

We should back up a little bit, though: the monks in the east and west

hall were arguing about a cat. In most monasteries in ancient China

the community was divided. Some monks lived in the meditation hall,

devoting full time to formal practice, while others were working monks

who did the necessary support work for the monastery: cooking,

farming, fixing, chopping firewood, and so on. These two kinds of

monks were probably housed in different halls, the east hall and the

west hall.

 

As soon as there are two halls and two functions, there are different

viewpoints and inevitably there are disputes over which viewpoint is

correct. In our Zen Center exactly this thing used to happen all the

time. It probably still does. The monks who specialize in work think

the monks who meditate a lot are indulging their taste for peace and

quiet and are unrealistic about the world; meanwhile, the meditators

think the workers are too worldly and are not really interested in

doing the practice. This clash of perspectives happens in all

monasteries and there is sometimes great strife. The Catholics had

conflicts between the choir monks and the lay brothers that went on

for centuries until Vatican II, a sweeping program of reform

instituted in the 1960's, abolished the tradition of lay brothers.

 

The same thing happens of course, and much more tragically, in the

world at large. Jews—to take one drastic example among many—think

Israel is their place, and that their customs and traditions should

prevail there, while Palestinians think it is their place, and

therefore their customs and traditions should prevail. Neither side

considers its view to be merely a preference, an option among options.

It is the truth. In Nanchuan's monastery maybe the working monks

thought the cat would do very well in the kitchen as a mouser. The

meditating monks, whose minds were very subtle, tender and

compassionate, could not bear the thought of a cat killing mice. This

was, after all, murder! So the monks fought over the cat. When there

is difference and the underlying essence of difference—which is

oneness—is not understood and appreciated, there will always be

fighting. None of us is free from being blinded by our own view. So

how do you handle this kind of situation? Which side are you on? What

do you do? Nanchuan demonstrates.

 

In Zen a knife always suggests Manjushri's sword of wisdom that slices

through emptiness, cuts through duality. It sees that life and death

are intertwined, good and bad are intertwined, Israelis and

Palestinians depend on each other. Manjushri's sword cuts through

attachment to view, showing that all views depend on each other and

arise from an underlying unity that is no view. The truth is beyond

views; it is just life as is really is—unexplainable.

 

So Nanchuan uses Manjushri's sword in a little piece of street theater

designed to take the monks' dispute to another level. Never mind the

cat, he is saying—what is life, what is death, why are we alive? You

monks—and all we humans—are arguing over a cat while the world is

burning up in front of our eyes! Wake up! Don't waste time! The

problems of the world are actually fairly easy to solve. But people

can't get along, can't work together, can't harmonize their views, so

nothing gets done. Things only get worse. Technical and social

solutions are at hand, but political problems block them at every

turn—and that's the worst problem in the world.

 

I think this case strikes to the heart of what it means to be a monk

in the world, which is our challenge as dharma students: to be fully

committed to our practice, to make it the only thing in our lives, and

yet to honor our daily activity in the world as the expression of our

practice. How do we do that? We are all monks of the east hall—and of

the west hall. We are all activists and quietists. How do we manage this?

 

Thomas Merton wrote about the special function of the monk for the

world. The monk, he felt, lives life radically in holiness, apart from

the world. Monks are unusual people. They are and must be outsiders.

This means they are not on any one side. They are committed to truth,

which means love, so they can't be attached to one side or another.

Monks can't hate. They can't justify their views as right. They must

always come back to the center, to zero, to the present moment, the

in-between moment, beyond views.

 

So although monks may live harmoniously in the midst of society, they

are always subversives—working internally and externally against the

dominant modes of greed, hate and delusion that make the world go

round. Monks are living examples of an alternative to the

self-centered ways of the world. They are secret agents of a foreign

power—the power of selfless love. Not that they have a superior

attitude about this. In fact the most important practice for a monk is

humility, which is the practice of being aware of the selfishness that

arises in our own mind continually, while remaining clearly committed

to the effort to go beyond selfishness—and to encourage others to do

the same.

 

I know a Christian hermit whose lifetime has been devoted to the study

of the writings of Simone Weil. Weil was an extraordinary person, a

French Jew who was a Catholic mystic. Her life was a testament to this

union of the opposites of activism and quietism. She was a mystic

through and through, and yet most of her life was spent in extreme

political activism. She was a witness for peace in the Spanish Civil

War, a Marxist who wrote for a workers' newspaper and was active in

workers' parties. She worked in an automobile plant and as a grape

picker so that she could be in solidarity with ordinary working

people. Living in England during World War II, sick from overwork, she

died of starvation because she refused to eat any more than the French

resistance fighters, who were living underground at the time. Weil

thought of her activism in mystical terms. She spoke not of justice or

power but of attention, which she defined as " a point of eternity in

the soul. " If we can pay attention closely enough, she thought, we

will come to know the transcendent, for it lies at the center of the

human heart and mind.

 

In terms of our story, if you practice paying attention thoroughly

enough you will see that cutting the cat in two is cutting the cat in

one—that because we are all different, we are all already one. So,

passionate as your views may be, you do not want to take sides and

engage in bitter disputes. Instead, you want to appreciate and

understand and weep with the suffering of the world. You want to

intervene in disputes, grabbing hold of the cat and saying to

everyone, " Wake up, take a look. Let's take a look together. Let's go

beyond our differences and see what we are really all about as human

beings. " How to do this in the midst of a particular situation is not

always obvious. Maybe it takes a great master like Nanchuan to have

the nerve to do it. But maybe not. Maybe we all have to learn to have

that much nerve, getting up from the meditation cushion to become

involved in our world of twoness and manyness, with the monk's spirit

of oneness.

 

 

 

very well then..

 

there's our story..

 

and here's a steaming platter of freshly roasted fissiped.

 

mmmmmmm!

 

and separately sliced for 'indiviual sized servings'..

 

your chef and entertainment for the Feasting:

 

..b bobji baba

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> >

> Tom

> Darkness huh? Perhaps its Satan. or perhaps it's a black hole

> If I were you I would jump in and see. what the hell right?

>

> I say it again

> who you are you will never be known.

> and what is known is only mind inventing a loophole for itself.

> and there ain't one nowhere.

> Joe.

>

Joe: the question Who Am I is basically something cute that people

never ask until one day they are feeling rather bored and

unattractive and want to make themselves more interesting to women

or men as the case may be.Truth is most people are too occupied

making a living, raising kids,or getting into other kinds of trouble

to ask questions whose answer is just obvious even to idiots. But

since you have asked the question--or have at least answered it,

saying that what one is will never be known, let me just say that

that is cutesy boy stuff and anybody can do it. Z

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Nisargadatta , " tom " <jeusisbuen wrote:

>

>

> > >

> > Tom

> > Darkness huh? Perhaps its Satan. or perhaps it's a black hole

> > If I were you I would jump in and see. what the hell right?

> >

> > I say it again

> > who you are you will never be known.

> > and what is known is only mind inventing a loophole for itself.

> > and there ain't one nowhere.

> > Joe.

> >

> Joe: the question Who Am I is basically something cute that people

> never ask until one day they are feeling rather bored and

> unattractive and want to make themselves more interesting to women

> or men as the case may be.Truth is most people are too occupied

> making a living, raising kids,or getting into other kinds of

trouble

> to ask questions whose answer is just obvious even to idiots. But

> since you have asked the question--or have at least answered it,

> saying that what one is will never be known, let me just say that

> that is cutesy boy stuff and anybody can do it. Z

>

I do know that women think I am cute, and maybe that is why, I don't

know for sure though.

Joe.

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Nisargadatta , " roberibus111 "

<Roberibus111 wrote:

>

> Nisargadatta , " joe.irrelevant "

> <joe.irrelevant@> wrote:

> >

> > Nisargadatta , " tom " <jeusisbuen@> wrote:

> > >

> > > > >

> > > > Tom,

> > > > you write nonsense.

> > > > the real knower huh? give me a break.

> > > > who you are will never be known.

> > > > Joe

> > > >

> > > JOe: NO, the IS is all we will ever know, the WHAT IS.The

knower---

> > just

> > > darkness. Z

> > >

> > Tom

> > Darkness huh? Perhaps its Satan. or perhaps it's a black hole

> > If I were you I would jump in and see. what the hell right?

> >

> > I say it again

> > who you are you will never be known.

> > and what is known is only mind inventing a loophole for itself.

> > and there ain't one nowhere.

> > Joe.

ok dudes..

>

> just a short really familiar zen story....

>

> then a whole bunch of shit from where i took that old saw..

>

> then a quick comment for the hell of it.

>

> here we go:

>

>

> The Case

>

> Nanchuan saw the monks of the eastern and western halls fighting

over

> a cat. Seizing the cat, he told the monks: " If any of you can say a

> word of Zen, you will save the cat. " No one answered. Nanchuan cut

the

> cat in two. That evening Zhaozho returned to the monastery and

> Nanchuan told him what had happened. Zhaozho removed his sandals,

> placed them on his head, and walked out. Nanchuan said: " If you had

> been there, you would have saved the cat. "

> Mumon's Comment

>

> Why did Zhaozho put his sandals on his head? If you can answer this

> question, you will understand exactly that Nanchuan's action was not

> in vain. If not, danger!

> Mumon's Poem

>

> Had Zhaozho been there

> He would have taken charge.

> Zhaozho snatches the sword

> And Nanchuan begs for his life.

>

> This story involves Nanchuan (Japanese: Nansen) and Zhaozho (Joshu),

> two of the most important figures in Zen history. Zhaozho came to

> Nanchuan when he was only about twenty years old. Nanchuan was lying

> down taking a nap when the young man approached. Sitting up in bed,

he

> asked the Zen question (a wonderful question for anyone at any

time),

> " Where have you come from? " Zhaozho replied, " I come from Standing

> Buddha Temple. " " Are there any standing Buddhas there? " asked

> Nanchuan. Zhaozho replied, " Here I see a reclining Buddha. " Zhaozho

> was a sincere, steady practitioner, devoted to his teacher, with

whom

> he remained for forty years. They were very close, as this story

> shows, and they worked together to create a good learning

environment

> for the monks.

>

> Both Nanchuan and Zhaozho figure in many stories in the koan

> collections. The present case is probably the best-known—and most

> disturbing—case in all of Zen. We could compare it to a similar

story

> that appears in the Bible, involving the wise king Solomon and a

baby.

> As the tale goes, two women are arguing over a baby, both claiming

to

> be the mother. Like Nanchuan, Solomon proposes to solve the dispute

by

> cutting the baby in two. He intends to give half to each of the

women,

> an eminently fair solution. One of the women speaks up immediately

and

> says, " No, don't do it. I am not the mother. Give the child to her! "

> And so Solomon discovers that she is the real mother, the one who

> cares most for the child's welfare.

>

> The Solomon story is tidier and nicer than the story of Nanchuan and

> the cat. We can easily discern its point, whereas Zen stories seem

> harder to appreciate. People get confused when you say to

them, " Say a

> word of Zen! " They can't help but think there is something to this

> that they don't understand. It paralyzes them. They can't say

> anything. They think about it in a panic, and the more they think

the

> more baffled they become. A Zen monk is not half as smart as a

mother.

> A mother knows about love and devotion, so she is never speechless

> when it comes to the welfare of her child. If the mother in the

> Solomon story had been there she would have said to

Nanchuan, " What's

> the matter with you? How can you even think of killing that cat? You

> are a Zen priest who has taken a precept against killing! " Surely

> these words would have saved the cat. If the monks had been

reasonable

> ordinary feeling human beings instead of stupid monks with Zen gold

> dust in their eyes, they would have spoken up like that or simply

> grabbed the cat and run away. But they couldn't do it. Maybe they

were

> too intimidated by the prestige of the teacher.

>

> In commenting on the case, Dogen said, " If I were Nanchuan, I would

> have said, `If you cannot say a true word of Zen I will cut the cat,

> and if you can say a true word of Zen I will also cut the cat.' "

This

> would have been a much less misleading challenge than the one posed

by

> Nanchuan. If I were one of the monks I would have said, " We can't

> answer. Please, Master, cut the cat in two if you can. "

Or, " Nanchuan,

> you know how to cut the cat in two, but can you show us how to cut

the

> cat in one? " And again Dogen says, " If I were Nanchuan and the monks

> could not answer, I would say, `Too bad you cannot answer,' and

then I

> would release the cat. "

>

> We are all cut in two of course. That's living in this world of

> discrimination and difference. I am me; therefore, I am not you. But

> we are also cut in one, only we don't know it. Being cut in one

is " I

> am me and all is included in that, you and everything else. " We

> practice zazen to remember that we are cut in one, as well as two.

> When we are dead, we'll all be cut in one and only one. But we are

> dying all the time. If we are Zen monks, we devote ourselves to

> sitting on our cushions so that we can see this and integrate it

into

> our everyday living. When Zhaozho comes back later and puts his

> sandals on his head, this is what he is saying. Putting a sandal on

> the head was a sign of mourning in ancient China. Zhaozho is

> expressing, " Teacher, do not fool me with your pantomime. You and I

> both know that the cat is already dead. You and I are already dead.

> All disputes are already settled. All things are beyond coming and

> going, vast and wide, at peace. "

>

> This same story appears in the two other major koan collections, the

> Blue Cliff Record and the Book of Serenity, and the commentaries

there

> say that Nanchuan did not cut the cat in two but only pantomimed

doing

> it. Zen teachers do not commit murder, the commentaries say, even to

> make an important point.

>

> In Zen precepts study it is always noted that there are three levels

> of precept practice—the literal, the compassionate and the ultimate.

> On the literal level we follow the precepts according to their

> explicit meanings—not to kill means not to kill, not even a bug. But

> on the compassion level we recognize the complexity of

> living—sometimes not to kill one thing is to kill something else.

The

> network of causality is endlessly complex; our human ideas cannot

> encompass it. We recognize that precepts will be broken sometimes

and

> we affirm that our guide for precept practice will not be literality

> but compassion. We will follow precepts with a heart of love for

> beings. That motivation may sometimes cause us to break precepts in

> order to help someone.

>

> On the third level of precept study, the ultimate level, we

recognize

> that there is no breaking precepts. Precepts can neither be broken

nor

> kept, for they—like all that is—are empty of any identifiable self.

> When we understand this deep truth, we naturally want to follow

> precepts with a wide and flexible heart. This case involves the

> ultimate level of precept practice: the recognition that there is no

> killing, that life can never be killed—or to put it another way,

that

> life is already dead. When we know life at this level, we can really

> appreciate its preciousness. It is this recognition that Nanchuan

and

> Zhaozho have, but that the monks lack.

>

> This is not just Zen talk. It's really true. We think death is

later,

> but death is not later. It's now, as each moment passes irrevocably.

> No wonder we can't see this. It's too terrifying! Our death doesn't

> happen all of a sudden; it happens gradually—and always. But it is

> also true that our death never comes. When we enter what is

> conventionally called " death, " the " I " we have always thought we

were

> melts away, but the " I " we always actually were and always will be

> remains, as ever, unmoving. Although this may sound paradoxical,

it's

> a plain truth, probably the most basic of all human truths: we are

> always dying, and there is no such thing as death. Seen in this

light,

> the precepts are ultimately not simply rules of ethical conduct, a

> list of do's and don't's. They are possibilities for us to

understand

> life's profundity through our conduct in the ordinary world.

Practice

> of the precepts takes us to the root of what it means to be alive,

to

> the center of the human problem of meaning. We are always faced with

> the question whose depths we will never be able to fathom: what do I

> do with this life now? This is precepts practice.

>

> We should back up a little bit, though: the monks in the east and

west

> hall were arguing about a cat. In most monasteries in ancient China

> the community was divided. Some monks lived in the meditation hall,

> devoting full time to formal practice, while others were working

monks

> who did the necessary support work for the monastery: cooking,

> farming, fixing, chopping firewood, and so on. These two kinds of

> monks were probably housed in different halls, the east hall and the

> west hall.

>

> As soon as there are two halls and two functions, there are

different

> viewpoints and inevitably there are disputes over which viewpoint is

> correct. In our Zen Center exactly this thing used to happen all the

> time. It probably still does. The monks who specialize in work think

> the monks who meditate a lot are indulging their taste for peace and

> quiet and are unrealistic about the world; meanwhile, the meditators

> think the workers are too worldly and are not really interested in

> doing the practice. This clash of perspectives happens in all

> monasteries and there is sometimes great strife. The Catholics had

> conflicts between the choir monks and the lay brothers that went on

> for centuries until Vatican II, a sweeping program of reform

> instituted in the 1960's, abolished the tradition of lay brothers.

>

> The same thing happens of course, and much more tragically, in the

> world at large. Jews—to take one drastic example among many—think

> Israel is their place, and that their customs and traditions should

> prevail there, while Palestinians think it is their place, and

> therefore their customs and traditions should prevail. Neither side

> considers its view to be merely a preference, an option among

options.

> It is the truth. In Nanchuan's monastery maybe the working monks

> thought the cat would do very well in the kitchen as a mouser. The

> meditating monks, whose minds were very subtle, tender and

> compassionate, could not bear the thought of a cat killing mice.

This

> was, after all, murder! So the monks fought over the cat. When there

> is difference and the underlying essence of difference—which is

> oneness—is not understood and appreciated, there will always be

> fighting. None of us is free from being blinded by our own view. So

> how do you handle this kind of situation? Which side are you on?

What

> do you do? Nanchuan demonstrates.

>

> In Zen a knife always suggests Manjushri's sword of wisdom that

slices

> through emptiness, cuts through duality. It sees that life and death

> are intertwined, good and bad are intertwined, Israelis and

> Palestinians depend on each other. Manjushri's sword cuts through

> attachment to view, showing that all views depend on each other and

> arise from an underlying unity that is no view. The truth is beyond

> views; it is just life as is really is—unexplainable.

>

> So Nanchuan uses Manjushri's sword in a little piece of street

theater

> designed to take the monks' dispute to another level. Never mind the

> cat, he is saying—what is life, what is death, why are we alive? You

> monks—and all we humans—are arguing over a cat while the world is

> burning up in front of our eyes! Wake up! Don't waste time! The

> problems of the world are actually fairly easy to solve. But people

> can't get along, can't work together, can't harmonize their views,

so

> nothing gets done. Things only get worse. Technical and social

> solutions are at hand, but political problems block them at every

> turn—and that's the worst problem in the world.

>

> I think this case strikes to the heart of what it means to be a monk

> in the world, which is our challenge as dharma students: to be fully

> committed to our practice, to make it the only thing in our lives,

and

> yet to honor our daily activity in the world as the expression of

our

> practice. How do we do that? We are all monks of the east hall—and

of

> the west hall. We are all activists and quietists. How do we manage

this?

>

> Thomas Merton wrote about the special function of the monk for the

> world. The monk, he felt, lives life radically in holiness, apart

from

> the world. Monks are unusual people. They are and must be outsiders.

> This means they are not on any one side. They are committed to

truth,

> which means love, so they can't be attached to one side or another.

> Monks can't hate. They can't justify their views as right. They must

> always come back to the center, to zero, to the present moment, the

> in-between moment, beyond views.

>

> So although monks may live harmoniously in the midst of society,

they

> are always subversives—working internally and externally against the

> dominant modes of greed, hate and delusion that make the world go

> round. Monks are living examples of an alternative to the

> self-centered ways of the world. They are secret agents of a foreign

> power—the power of selfless love. Not that they have a superior

> attitude about this. In fact the most important practice for a monk

is

> humility, which is the practice of being aware of the selfishness

that

> arises in our own mind continually, while remaining clearly

committed

> to the effort to go beyond selfishness—and to encourage others to do

> the same.

>

> I know a Christian hermit whose lifetime has been devoted to the

study

> of the writings of Simone Weil. Weil was an extraordinary person, a

> French Jew who was a Catholic mystic. Her life was a testament to

this

> union of the opposites of activism and quietism. She was a mystic

> through and through, and yet most of her life was spent in extreme

> political activism. She was a witness for peace in the Spanish Civil

> War, a Marxist who wrote for a workers' newspaper and was active in

> workers' parties. She worked in an automobile plant and as a grape

> picker so that she could be in solidarity with ordinary working

> people. Living in England during World War II, sick from overwork,

she

> died of starvation because she refused to eat any more than the

French

> resistance fighters, who were living underground at the time. Weil

> thought of her activism in mystical terms. She spoke not of justice

or

> power but of attention, which she defined as " a point of eternity in

> the soul. " If we can pay attention closely enough, she thought, we

> will come to know the transcendent, for it lies at the center of the

> human heart and mind.

>

> In terms of our story, if you practice paying attention thoroughly

> enough you will see that cutting the cat in two is cutting the cat

in

> one—that because we are all different, we are all already one. So,

> passionate as your views may be, you do not want to take sides and

> engage in bitter disputes. Instead, you want to appreciate and

> understand and weep with the suffering of the world. You want to

> intervene in disputes, grabbing hold of the cat and saying to

> everyone, " Wake up, take a look. Let's take a look together. Let's

go

> beyond our differences and see what we are really all about as human

> beings. " How to do this in the midst of a particular situation is

not

> always obvious. Maybe it takes a great master like Nanchuan to have

> the nerve to do it. But maybe not. Maybe we all have to learn to

have

> that much nerve, getting up from the meditation cushion to become

> involved in our world of twoness and manyness, with the monk's

spirit

> of oneness.

>

>

>

> very well then..

>

> there's our story..

>

> and here's a steaming platter of freshly roasted fissiped.

>

> mmmmmmm!

>

> and separately sliced for 'indiviual sized servings'..

>

> your chef and entertainment for the Feasting:

>

> .b bobji baba

>

well Tom it would appear that baba is also papa.

telling us a good night story. and what a story!

I shall have sweet dreams tonight.

Thanks papa.

Joe

P.S..

I like it. " attention is a point of eternity in the soul. "

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> >

> I do know that women think I am cute, and maybe that is why, I don't

> know for sure though.

> Joe.

>

 

Joe:Just remember to look as soulful as possible when you posit your

your question. Z

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> Nisargadatta , " joe.irrelevant " <

> > >

> > I do know that women think I am cute, and maybe that is why, I

don't

> > know for sure though.

> > Joe.

> >

>

> Joe:Just remember to look as soulful as possible when you posit your

> your question. Z

>

And you Tom, look as mindful as possible so you can really embrace the

silliness that you believe to know.

Joe.

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<joe.irrelevant wrote:

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> Nisargadatta , " tom " <jeusisbuen@> wrote:

> >

> > Nisargadatta , " joe.irrelevant " <

> > > >

> > > I do know that women think I am cute, and maybe that is why, I

> don't

> > > know for sure though.

> > > Joe.

> > >

> >

> > Joe:Just remember to look as soulful as possible when you posit

your

> > your question. Z

> >

> And you Tom, look as mindful as possible so you can really embrace

the

> silliness that you believe to know.

> Joe.

>

Tom,oops my bad,please disregard my error in telling you that I will

remember something. every now and again I believe what I think.

 

But please to understand that I judging you to still believe a little

yeah? Is that accurate?

belief is the crutch. and belief is the seperation.

thinking is human, think all the known you wish to think. but then in

the same breath you are always quoting advaita teachings that nothing

exsists.

You confuse me, which is it? It is too black and white to be both.

Please to explain.

Joe.

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<joe.irrelevant wrote:

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> Nisargadatta , " joe.irrelevant "

> <joe.irrelevant@> wrote:

> >

> > Nisargadatta , " tom " <jeusisbuen@> wrote:

> > >

> > > Nisargadatta , " joe.irrelevant " <

> > > > >

> > > > I do know that women think I am cute, and maybe that is why, I

> > don't

> > > > know for sure though.

> > > > Joe.

> > > >

> > >

> > > Joe:Just remember to look as soulful as possible when you posit

> your

> > > your question. Z

> > >

> > And you Tom, look as mindful as possible so you can really embrace

> the

> > silliness that you believe to know.

> > Joe.

> >

> Tom,oops my bad,please disregard my error in telling you that I will

> remember something. every now and again I believe what I think.

>

> But please to understand that I judging you to still believe a little

> yeah? Is that accurate?

> belief is the crutch. and belief is the seperation.

> thinking is human, think all the known you wish to think. but then in

> the same breath you are always quoting advaita teachings that nothing

> exsists.

> You confuse me, which is it? It is too black and white to be both.

> Please to explain.

> Joe.

 

 

(bongo drum..beat..beat..beating)

 

black and white man..

 

the whole deal..the complete trip daddy'o.

 

like black be void of color...

 

in light... in dark...in primitive thought.

 

no color nor notion.

 

like white be ALL colors.

 

not some...ALL..

 

each is co-equal and insignificant...

 

as inconsequential as a non-present somewhat.

 

a not what.

 

at the ends of all spectrum...

 

lies not a pot 'o gold..

 

lies not both or either.

 

it's a gas...........

 

seen only through the HuNGrY EYe!

 

 

..b b.b.

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> And you Tom, look as mindful as possible so you can really embrace

the

> silliness that you believe to know.

> Joe.

>

Joe: I assure you I am always as mindful as I can be. Z

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I posted this at GR

 

When good poetry appears in a mind,

it could be a sign that something in the brain has been

realigned to gaze at this world from another dimension.

 

Of course you remember Bob, aka b.b.b, aka stone

 

Little Stone

 

Little stone,

so round, so smooth,

so patiently grey,

 

I say to you:

" Help me understand

the story of your keen essence,

your intrinsic nature of solitude,

how eons of stellar configurations

caused you to fit

so perfectly

in the palms of my admiration " ,

 

 

I hear the woeful ocean

I see sparks of divinity's fire

I feel my joyful heart

throbbing

inside

your vast magnificence.

 

Anna

 

*****

 

bongo drum..beat..beat..beating

 

black and white man..

 

the whole deal..the complete trip daddy'o.

 

like black be void of color...

 

in light... in dark...in primitive thought.

 

no color nor notion.

 

like white be ALL colors.

 

not some...ALL..

 

each is co-equal and insignificant...

 

as inconsequential as a non-present somewhat.

 

a not what.

 

at the ends of all spectrum...

 

lies not a pot 'o gold..

 

lies not both or either.

 

it's a gas...........

 

seen only through the HuNGrY EYe!

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> > >

> > And you Tom, look as mindful as possible so you can really embrace

> the

> > silliness that you believe to know.

> > Joe.

> >

> Joe: I assure you I am always as mindful as I can be. Z

>

never mind then.

Joe.

 

 

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<Roberibus111 wrote:

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> assume...

>

> than take over....

>

> the template and tableau of your belief..

>

> mind/body apparency and doing-thought.

>

> then rip it up as no longer needed...

>

> not needed to learn from...

>

> not needed to remember...

>

> not needed to BE.. or to be...or to not...

>

> early morning star gleaming in vast darkness.

>

> the ONLY guru.

>

> .b b.b.

>

Say hello to the Guru. What's its name again? Sancho Panza isn't it?

 

 

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