A Life of Infinity

A world of vastness and emptiness: the deep mountain.
There lives a life of infinity.
You live with no company.
You have no worldly communication.

You enjoy the set of movements.
This is your cultivation.
This is your achievement.
This is your merit.
The movement makes your form unite with your shadow
and your mind join your will.
The surroundings become quiet and join your movement.
With this moment your surpass your life and death.
You also melt years and centuries.
You dissolve all to nothing.

The twilight of morning and the light of the moon
have accompanied you
in smashing the withe cloud to pieces.
It is transformed into dew, flying to all places
to give moisture to many lives.
Your movement is inaudible, yet it has a gentle rythm.
Its like playing, singing and chanting: Holy, Holy, and Holy!
You continue the work of creation of all gods.
You span the bridge of eternity between
existence and non-existence,
ego and non-ego.
With no language and no posture,
but using the language above all languages
and the movement above all movements,
you link the past of no beginning
and the future of no ending.
You leave no trace or seam
on the perfect wielding of these two
into integral oneness.

Reference: Hua-Ching Ni Strength from movement Mastering Chi
ISBN: 0937064734

P. 104

I have arrived

I have arrived
I am home
in the here
in the now
I am solid
I am free
in the ultimate
I dwell

Reference: The Long Road Turns to Joy – A Guide To Walking Meditation by Thich Nhat Hanh
ISBN: 093807783X

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Clear Light of Illumination Exploded

Approaching the gates of the monastery, Hakuin found Ken the Zen
preaching to a group of disciples.
“Words…” Ken orated, “they are but an illusory veil obfuscating
the absolute reality of –”
“Ken!” Hakuin interrupted. “Your fly is down!”
Whereupon the Clear Light of Illumination exploded upon Ken, and he
vaporized.
On the way to town, Hakuin was greeted by an itinerant monk imbued
with the spirit of the morning.
“Ah,” the monk sighed, a beatific smile wrinkling across his cheeks,
“Thou art That…”
“Ah,” Hakuin replied, pointing excitedly, “And Thou art Fat!”
Whereupon the Clear Light of Illumination exploded upon the monk,
and he vaporized.
Next, the Governor sought the advice of Hakuin, crying: “As our
enemies bear down upon us, how shall I, with such heartless and callow
soldiers as I am heir to, hope to withstand the impending onslaught?”
“US?” snapped Hakuin.
Whereupon the Clear Light of Illumination exploded upon the
Governor, and he vaporized.
Then, a redneck went up to Hakuin and vaporized the old Master with
his shotgun. “Ha! Beat ya’ to the punchline, ya’ scrawny li’l geek!”

Children of His Majesty

Yamaoka Tesshu was a tutor of the emperor in Japan. He was also a master of fencing and a profound student of Zen.

His home was the abode of vagaonds. He had but one suit of clothes, for they kept him always poor.

The emperor, observing how worn his garments were, gave Yamaoka some money to buy new ones. The next time Yamaoka appeared he wore the same old outfit.

“What has became of the new clothes, Yamaoka?” asked the emperor.

“I provided clothes for the children of Your Majesty”, explainded Yamaoka.

Reference:
Zen Flesh, Zen Bones: A Collection of Zen and Pre-Zen Writings
compiled by Paul Reps, Arkana 1991
ISBN:0140192670