Ishizuri

Ishizuri Jakucho. 1770

 

Have decided to take the plunge. Jump in. No longer just an observer. I will prac­tice. I will breathe zazen. I will con­tain all oppo­sites and not look back. Will do Mu and find empti­ness in all forms and form in all empti­ness. Will do what is nec­es­sary to elim­i­nate I.

The wheel. The great karmic wheel. How to get off it. Why wait? Why wait a thou­sand life­times? Why not now? Total imme­di­acy, total nat­u­ral­ness, com­plete such-​​ness. Now. Within this one life­time, which is all that there is, the noth­ing and the every­thing, the nowhere and the every­where, the cen­ter and the cir­cum­fer­ence, I will get off the wheel. Why wait? Why post­pone it? There is only now. There is only here, now.

It’s not just about one. It’s two and three as well. One and none. One and infin­ity. How to hold the con­cept of noth­ing and every­thing in the mind, chew on it, taste it, and smell it like steaks on the grill.

No striv­ing. No con­triv­ing. No goals. No attach­ments or desires, I am falling. Into a beauty for one, for two. For me, the ocean speaks. Horses speak. A farm, a holler, a drink of pure spring. A trickle across the mouth, the tongue, on a hot, summer’s day.

Snow. Horses in the snow. I bow to them, because they do what they are and noth­ing else. A horse never strays. It can not stray. It can not go beyond its own path. Like a bird in the air, or a fish in the sea, it can only flow within the world as it is.

That is the such-​​ness. Investigate. Do not mea­sure with our crude mea­sur­ing devices. Do not label or cat­e­go­rize. Just know. Just know.