Doing by not doing

Little children come play in this field
Sometimes few, sometimes many
The field always remains

Dark night of the spirit

There is dissatisfaction with fullness
From having seen and having been

There is dissatisfaction with emptiness
From not seeing and not being enough

There is no refuge, save the emptiness
There is no escape, even in emptiness

There is no solace, save in the seeing
There is no purpose, only being

Beyond kensho

Having found the onion
We now begin to peel it

Some day, perhaps,
the onion too will go

Or endlessly remain

Zazen

Light the lamp
Burn the moths

Tears for my guru

To dig all the way into the Self-mountain
One needs the shovel of effort
The trowel of patience
And large buckets of sorrowful tears








As a child, I shed tears seeking my mother
"Why have you abandoned me?"


But they were impatient
And ran away too quickly
As did I





As a youth, I shed them seeking my lover
"Why have you abandoned me?"


This time they stayed long
And led me deep into darkness
And light





Now I shed them for a glimpse of my guru
This separation wounds me
Deeper, oh so much deeper!

So tears are always in plentiful supply






It would be saddening, this state of affairs
Were it not so delightfully amusing
It would be amusing, this state of affairs
Were it not so delightfully saddening

Hobo Chatter

[10:29:26 PM] Pratyush Tiwary: And how does it feel
To be without a home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone?
[10:31:26 PM] Nisheeth Srivastava: pretty darn good!
[10:31:31 PM] Pratyush Tiwary: yeah!
[10:31:33 PM] Pratyush Tiwary: :)
[10:31:36 PM] Nisheeth Srivastava: :)

Prana

That which increases most vigorously
The more intensely it is spent
Is prana

Dukkha

New dukkha;
Always the same
As old dukkha