Monday, November 30, 2015
Sunday, November 29, 2015
Friday, November 27, 2015
You Are Me - Thich Nhat Hanh
You are me and I am you.
It is obvious that we are inter-are.
You cultivate the flower in
yourself so that I will be beautiful.
I transform the garbage in myself so
that you do not have to suffer.
I support you you support me.
I am here to bring you peace
you are here to bring me joy.
Thursday, November 26, 2015
Dear President Hollande
Posted on by Plum Village
This moving letter to the
President of France was written by Sister Mai Nghiem, a French nun and
Dharma Teacher in the Plum Village Tradition, currently residing at Deer
Park Monastery in California. Thay (Thich Nhat Hanh) has often taught
us the practice of writing “love letters” to our political leaders at
times of shock, turmoil and fear. Many of us remember his powerful letter to President George W. Bush in 2006.
You may be inspired by Thay and Sister Mai Nghiem’s example, to look deep in your heart and do the same.
Deer Park Monastery
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Sunday, November 22, 2015
Thursday, November 19, 2015
Dalai Lama on Paris attacks: 'Work for peace, and don't expect help from God and governments'
Following the deadly Paris attacks, the Tibetan spiritual leader tells
DW that people should not expect God to resolve man-made problems, and
that a systematic approach is needed to foster humanistic values.
For millions of his devotees across the world, the Dalai Lama is the
embodiment of humanity and compassion. The Dalai Lama, whose real name
is Tenzin Gyatso, received the Nobel Peace Prize in 1989, and is known
for his decades-long struggle for Tibet's autonomy.
Sunday, November 15, 2015
The Fire of Mindfulness - Thay Phap Nhat
We can learn the
methods of mindfulness practice within a few days, but it takes months or years
until they really become our experience. We don't need to hurry. We don't need
to think that we have to be successful right away.
The practice cannot be like instant noodles.
The practice can better be compared with rice. When I was a little boy, I
learnt to cook rice on fire. If we want to eat rice, we need fire and water in
order to cook it. The fire has to be burning during the whole time of cooking.
If for example we use rice that has to be cooked for 20 minutes, the fire needs
to burn for 20 minutes. If the fire is extinguished after five minutes, then
burning again for five minutes, then extinguished again etc., then the rice
will never be cooked.
It is the same in our
practice. We need to keep the fire alive, so that later we can enjoy the
fragrant rice. This fire is the energy of mindfulness, concentration and
insight. In the practice of mindfulness meditation, the energy of mindfulness
is very important. That is also why its name is „mindfulness“ meditation.
Each time we are mindful, we are generating
the energy of mindfulness. In our modern world we have to bring meditation into
our daily life. Meditation is not only taking place while we are sitting in the
meditation hall. After the sitting our practice continues. If our meditation is only taking place inside
the meditation hall, we are not able to integrate it into our daily life. That
is why we start practicing mindfulness meditation as soon as we wake up in the
morning, and we continue until we go to bed at night.
Let the earth heal you. Let us heal for the earth.
The clouds cry my
tears with me.
The branches shake in
the storm with me.
The earth embraces my
suffering with me.
The gentle wind releases my fears with me.
The daisies smile my
smiles with me.
The trees stand
solidly with me.
The stars wish my
wishes with me.
The blue sky dreams
my dreams with me.
The clouds cry your
tears with you, too.
The branches shake in
the storm with you, too.
The earth embraces
your suffering with you, too.
The gentle wind releases your fears with you, too.
The daisies smile
your smiles with you, too.
The trees stand
solidly with you, too.
The stars wish your
wishes with you, too.
The blue sky dreams
your dreams with you, too.
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Wednesday, November 11, 2015
True Emptiness – thay Phap Nhat
I come here
this morning
Sitting down
on the green grass
Up in the
sky a cloud appears in five auspicious colours
The figure
of a Buddha statue is peaceful
I wave my
hand to welcome the warm glow of dawn
The time in
the box of notions suddenly (disappear) flies a way
Space is
looking for time
But only see
the existence
The green
leaves, the white cloud and good natured plants
The earth
and the sky are quiet, still
I am melted,
thawed into reality
My eyes
become chlorophyll
My ears
become triumph a victory song
My body is
mingled, dissolved into the wind, the soil, the cloud
The sun is
falling, the wind is falling
The rain is
falling, the snow is falling
Everything
is falling into eternity
True
Emptiness
In true
emptiness the miraculous, wonderful existence is fully contained
Existing in
the flow of intercontinuation of life
This very
moment
Sacred
moment
Full,
eternal moment.
Upon this earth - Milarepa
Milarepa |
Once lived a Saint, known as the second Buddha;
His fame was heard in all the Ten Directions.
To Him, the Jewel a’top the eternal Banner of Dharma
I pay homage and give offerings.
Is He not the holy Master, the great Midripa?
Upon the Lotus-seat of Midripa
My Father Guru places his reliance;
He drinks heavenly nectar
With the supreme view of Mahamudra;
He has realized the innate Truth in utter freedom.
He is the supreme one, Jetsun Marpa.
Undefiled by faults or vices,
He is the Transformation Body of Buddha.
He says: “Before Enlightenment,
All things in the outer world
Are deceptive and confusing;
Clinging to outer forms,
One is ever thus entangled.
Looking For Each Other - Thich Nhat Hanh
since I was a little child.
With my first breath, I heard your call,
and began to look for you, Blessed One.
I’ve walked so many perilous paths,
confronted so many dangers,
endured despair, fear, hopes, and memories.
I’ve trekked to the farthest regions, immense and wild,
sailed the vast oceans,
traversed the highest summits, lost among the clouds.
I’ve lain dead, utterly alone,
on the sands of ancient deserts.
I’ve held in my heart so many tears of stone.
Blessed One, I’ve dreamed of drinking dewdrops
that sparkle with the light of far-off galaxies.
I’ve left footprints on celestial mountains
and screamed from the depths of Avici Hell, exhausted, crazed with despair
because I was so hungry, so thirsty.
For millions of lifetimes,
I’ve longed to see you,
Sunday, November 8, 2015
The Paper of Life - thay Phap Nhat
When we wake up in the morning, there are 24
brandnew hours before us. Each of these hours is like a blank piece of paper.
We have the right to write on it all the things that can make us happy. But
most of the time in our daily life, we are not aware that we have this right.
We wake up, and all the suffering of the past is coming up in us.
We are not
aware that there is a new day before us. For me, there is a new life beginning
every morning when I wake up. When I wake up from sleeping, there is really
beginning a new life for me. Most of us write on their paper again and again the
things that make them suffer. We repeat the same suffering again and again, and
there is not even a little blank space left on our paper. Sometimes our
suffering is so big that we cannot accept it. But as a meditation practitioner
we have to see the following point clearly: Every morning when we wake up, our
new life is beginning. We can write on our paper all the things that make us
suffer. But we can also choose to write the things that make us happy. The
first line that we are writing on our paper is the smiling in our face. We
always have to remind ourselves that we have the right to choose what we wish
for our life. If we can do that, we will become a happier person.
Every-Minute Zen
Zen students are with their masters at least ten years before they
presume to teach others. Nan-in was visited by Tenno, who, having passed
his apprenticeship, had become a teacher. The day happened to be rainy,
so Tenno wore wooden clogs and carried an umbrella. After greeting him
Nan-in remarked: “I suppose you left your wooden clogs in the vestibule.
I want to know if your umbrella is on the right or left side of the
clogs.”
Tenno, confused, had no instant answer. He realized that he was
unable to carry his Zen every minute. He became Nan-in’s pupil, and he
studied six more years to accomplish his every-minute Zen.
from Collection of Stone and Sand
Saturday, November 7, 2015
Friday, November 6, 2015
Slopes of Mount Kugami - Ryokan
Slopes
of Mount Kugami –
in the mountain’s shade
a hut beneath the trees –
how many years
it’s been my home?
The time comes
to take leave of it –
my .though/ts wilt
like summer grasses,
I wander back and forth
like the evening star –
till that hut of mine
is hidden from sight,
till that grove of trees
can no longer be seen,
at each bend
of the long road,
at every turning,
I turn to look back
in the direction of that mountain
translated by Burton Watson:
from the book Ryokan: Zen Monk-Poet of Japan.
Wednesday, November 4, 2015
Enlightenment is like the moon - Dogen
Enlightenment is like the moon reflected on the water.
The moon does not get wet, nor is the water broken.
Although its light is wide and great,
The moon is reflected even in a puddle an inch wide.
The whole moon and the entire sky
Are reflected in one dewdrop on the grass.
Monday, November 2, 2015
Two Sciences of Mind
by Barry Boyce
Left: MRI of a head-section showing the cerebral cortex, the corpus callosum, the pons and medulla, and the cerebellum. Image by Mehau Kulyk / Science Photo Library. |
Barry Boyce reports on the dialogue between cutting-edge science and Buddhism’s 2500-year study of the mind.
In 1979, two cognitive scientists, Francisco Varela and Eleanor
Rosch, and a computer scientist named Newcomb Greenleaf — all freshly
minted Buddhists — organized what was to be a groundbreaking conference
at The Naropa Institute in Boulder, Colorado. Recently established by
Tibetan meditation master Chögyam Trungpa Rinpoche, the institute was
designed to be a place where meditation traditions and western
scholarship would meet on common ground.
Empty your cup
Nan-in, a Japanese master during the Meiji era (1868-1912), received a university professor who came to inquire about Zen.
Nan-in served tea.
He poured his visitor’s cup full, and then kept on pouring. The professor watched the overflow until he no longer could restrain himself. “It is overfull.
No more will go in!”
“Like this cup,” Nan-in said, “you are full of your own opinions and speculations. How can I show you Zen unless you first empty your cup?”
Sunday, November 1, 2015
Thich Nhat Hanh Receives the Pacem in Terris Peace and Freedom Award
Zen Master Thich Nhat Hanh, renowned for bridging Eastern and Western spirituality, is the 2015 Pacem in Terris Peace and Freedom Award recipient.
Bishop Martin Amos traveled to Deer Park Monastery in southern California to present the award on Saturday, October 31, 2015 to the 89-year old Zen master. Sister Chan Khong
and Brother Phap Dang accepted the award on behalf of Thich Nhat Hanh,
who continues to recover in San Francisco, in the presence of 120
monastics and 500 retreat participants.
Thich
Nhat Hanh is receiving the Pacem in Terris award on the 50th
anniversary year of Martin Luther King Jr.’s selection for the same
award. The two religious leaders shared a peace and nonviolence bond
that influenced the political climate in the late 1960s.
Disappearance- Thich Nhat Hanh
The leaf tips bend
under the weight of dew.
Fruits are ripening
in Earth’s early morning.
Daffodils light up in the sun.
The curtain of cloud at the gateway
of the garden path begins to shift:
have pity for childhood,
the way of illusion.
under the weight of dew.
Fruits are ripening
in Earth’s early morning.
Daffodils light up in the sun.
The curtain of cloud at the gateway
of the garden path begins to shift:
have pity for childhood,
the way of illusion.
Late at night,
the candle gutters.
In some distant desert,
a flower opens.
And somewhere else,
a cold aster
that never knew a cassava patch
or gardens of areca palms,
never knew the joy of life,
at that instant disappears-
man’s eternal yearning.
the candle gutters.
In some distant desert,
a flower opens.
And somewhere else,
a cold aster
that never knew a cassava patch
or gardens of areca palms,
never knew the joy of life,
at that instant disappears-
man’s eternal yearning.
Working Very Hard
A martial arts student went to his teacher and said earnestly, “I am devoted to studying your martial system. How long will it take me to master it.”
The teacher’s reply was casual, “Ten years.”
Impatiently, the student answered, “But I want to master it faster than that. I will work very hard. I will practice everyday, ten or more hours a day if I have to. How long will it take then?”
The teacher thought for a moment, “20 years.”
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