Coming empty-handed, going empty-handed — that is human.
When you are born, where do you come from?
When you die, where do you go?
Life is like a floating cloud which appears.
Death is like a floating cloud which disappears.
The floating cloud itself originally does not exist.
Life and death, coming and going, are also like this.
But there is one thing which always remains clear.
It is pure and clear, not depending on life and death.
What is that one pure and clear thing?
“Fundamentally, not one thing exists”
–Sixth Zen Patriarch
I live alone in the woods and have as far as feasible for
me copped out of the monastic institution as well as out of
the civil inst. Of course, that too is a delusion. But as far as
I am concerned the question “why do you have to be a monk?”
is like a question “why do you have to live in Nebraska?” I don’t
know. It’s what the karma added up to, I guess.
“Life is filled with coming and going.
Show me the path where there is no coming and there is no going.”