A new student threw himself into his practice. He was determined to become enlightened. He meditated endlessly, read countless books, and attended many retreats. One day, he suddenly left the temple and no one saw him for quite some time. Then on one day he showed up and the master asked him, “How is the search for enlightenment going?” The student replied, “Terrible! I became so disgusted, I stopped. I just try to make it day to day.” The master replied, “Excellent, you are making real progress now!”
Friday, April 24, 2015
An anonymous bureaucrat came to an old master asking for help in passing his days more eventfully. All day long, he explained, he sat receiving reports; reports that had been checked by others before him, and would be checked again after he was done with them and he found it all a frightful bore. In fact, he said that his whole life had become dull and uninspiring. The master looked at him and then took brush and paper, and wrote eight Chinese characters. Translated, they said:
No day comes back again:
One inch of time is worth
A foot of jade.
Thursday, April 23, 2015
What are the burdens of a live not lived, or more accurately a life not lived well? “Sometimes I can feel my bones straining under the weight of all the lives I’m not living.”