Peculiar

With palms together,
Good Morning Everyone,

Zen is so peculiar.
Its like the sword brandished by Manjushri
cutting through delusion,
but also like Kannon who embraces us as we fall.

To practice Zen is to practice without meaning.

There is the Buddha, kill him!

There is the Buddha, embrace him!

When is Zen not peculiar? When we live directly, authentically, and don't call it Zen.
When we see a rose and really see the rose itself.
When we meet a person and see that person for himself, as he is.

But also, when the alarm rings we get up.
When its time to eat, we eat.
When we have a problem to address, we address it.

Each moment an invitation to open.
Each moment an opportunity to undress.
As the kabbalists say, 'rung upon rung!'

Going nowhere we are not already.

Be well.