Words of love, Iida Toin

Daruma by Iida Toin. Image © Shambhala PublicationsIida Toin (a Soto Zen master of the early twentieth centu­ry) remarked once: Words of love are not always kindly words. Let us look at a specific case. Suppose I’ve never been healthy, and my general physical condition is getting worse and worse. No serious illness yet, but I recognize that I have to do something about it; my life situation demands that I get well quickly. So I put myself in the hands of an expert who gives me a programme which includes an early morning run followed by a cold shower and all sorts of restrictions on diet and late nights. The body grumbles: Oh no! I can’t stand this! or, Oh, not that again! and Can’t we have just one day off? and so on. The programme has to be imposed on the body, imposed by force. The body finds it hateful. But the basis is love, and after a few months the body is grateful for the new vigour and zest in physical movement.

There is a Japanese poem that says if the mother loves the child, then when she slaps it it is right, and when she gives it a sweet it is right, and when she ignores it it is right, and when she makes a fuss of it, that too is right. But if it is a stepmother who secretly hates the child, then when she slaps it it is wrong, when she gives it a sweet it is wrong, when she ignores it, that is wrong, and when she makes a fuss of it, that too is wrong.

We have to realize that life cannot be always easy and pleasant. Suppose there is a child who is very talented musically and is studying the piano under a good teacher. It is not always going to be pleasant. The child wants to play, it is true, but not scales. The child wants to play the waltzes of Strauss or Gungl, but not Bach or Beethoven. Some force has to be used, but that force is based on insight and love, not of the unformed taste of the child, but of the talent that is awaiting development.

Extract from The Old Zen Master, by Trevor Leggett,
Buddhist Publishing Group

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He comes and goes hundreds of times, so how can you meet him?
Respectfully inscribed by Priest Toin on February 20, Taisho 15 [1925] (Painting sealed by Hoten)

Daruma (Bodhidharma) seems to be sitting still but his inner Zen nature is always moving, so he cannot be pinned down with words. This is actually true of all of us—we are never quite like what we think we are.

Image © Shambhala Publications. Daruma by Iida Toin.

With kind thanks to Shambhala Publications.

This is the Miracle, by Trevor Leggett

Living Chess, Photo WikipediaI’m no theorist of Buddhism (I have translated some books, perhaps without understanding them) but in some schools there is the view that there is a sort of cosmic flow, a cosmic current in the whole universe, and that by living in accordance with calmness and serenity, disciplined activity, reduction of desire and prejudice and by meditating, we can come into that flow. That flow will in the end be realized to be the self, the self will be the flow. Now, there is a view that we have on ideal role which we can play in life and if we play it we shall have inner serenity. Even in very difficult circumstances there will be an inner serenity and there will be an inner peace. This awareness of the cosmic flow may not be continuous for some time, but it will be there and it will return. And we don’t know what the results will be of the inspirations which come to us from this flow; we can’t see the grand pattern, as it were. However, one view is that it is possible, in meditation or naturally, for the great pattern also to begin to unfold. The comparison is made with a game called ‘living chess’, and this is played on a huge lawn. It is sometimes played on university campuses. They mark out these enormous squares, the blacks and whites, and then the students dress up as knights and so on. The black queen is a tall girl with magnificent black hair going right down her back, and the white queen is the same with blonde hair and a white dress, and it all looks very realistic. They glare at each other when they’re opposing, or nod to each other when on the same side, and so on. Two experts sit at each end, but the board is too big for them to be able to play with those pieces, so each has a little board in his hand. He works out his move on that, and then he says it, and the crier calls, ‘Knight to king’s knight fifth’. The knight then goes up to king’s knight fifth. If there’s another piece there he hits him with his chopper. The other fellow is most unhappy about this and he’s carried off by the stretcher-bearers. This is magnificent. Some of the students, of course, have a long time to wait before they move, and some of them never move at all throughout the whole game. Anyway, they all enter into the spirit of it and you notice that some of them have a little board of their own. They are intensely interested and can see not only their surroundings, but the whole board, in miniature. So they understand the role of their moves in the strategy. The teacher says, and I’m quoting, ‘It transforms the interest of life, when you begin to see there’s a grand flow of life which is available and possible to see in meditation.’ (more…)

The outside of people is no clue to what is inside, by Trevor Leggett

White BlossomSceptics say that in meditation you’re simply sitting there and basically you’re dreaming, or falling asleep sometimes, and no more can come out of the meditation than you began with. This is put by Mephistopheles very powerfully in Goethe’s Faust. Faust sits in meditation and Mephistopheles comes up and he says, ‘You know, there you are; you’re like a sort of frog, blowing yourself up bigger and bigger and bigger, and at the end of it you’re just a frog and you’ll have to come down again, won’t you? Nothing new can come from the meditation. Maybe you’re not doing that much harm to anybody, but that’s about all that can be said.’ (more…)

Fool the Devil, a story by Trevor Leggett

Monk with hammer. © Marcelle HanselaarNow, there are about forty thousand Chinese characters in the total Chinese language. Nobody, of course, can possibly know them all, but they exist. The ordinary educated person knows, or used to know, some four thousand, and then the specialists know one or two thousand in ad­dition in their own field by which they recognize each other like magic passwords. Of course, the Bodhisattvas in China know them all; and the Devil knows them all too! He’s been around, and he’s got these forty thousand off — or he thinks he has! (more…)

Have your Dealings with Heaven, by Trevor Leggett

Moss on treeThere is a saying: ‘Don’t have your dealings with people. Have your dealings with heaven.’ If you have your dealings with people as they are you will be entangled in like and dislike. Have your dealings with heaven, with space, and there is heaven in them, heaven in yourself.

Don’t have your dealings with the clouds. Have your dealings with the sky. The clouds are the sky frowning, so to speak. There used to be an old song ‘Painting the Clouds with Sunshine’. Well, this is the opposite of the Buddhist training which is not trying to paint virtues onto something basically deluded, but is trying to dissolve delusions. There is a Japanese poem: (more…)

CLACK! by Trevor Leggett

Photo: Wind BellIn the classical Zen of China a monk, called by the Japanese Kyogen, was famous as a scholar who after many years had mastered the scriptures. When the Abbot, his teacher died the new Abbot told him he could if he wished leave the monastery as he had now full knowledge of the doctrine. To the others’ protests he set Kyogen the Koan riddle: “What is your true face before your father and mother were born?” Baffled and furious Kyogen left the monastery but the riddle haunted him. He spent the next years in isolation minding the shrine of the 6th Chinese Patriarch without hope or expectation but still revolving the riddle in his mind. (more…)

Something in the training, by Trevor Leggett

Hurricane Katrina 2005A teacher once pointed out that there is an instruction in Buddhist training about going on one straight line, about keeping to one thing, and yet at the same time: ‘You’ve got to accept things; you’ve got to be flexible.’ The example he gave was of a spinning top or gyroscope. If you have ever played with a gyroscope as a child or seen one spinning, you will know that its balance is so good that when it is revolving, it can travel down a string on the little notch at its base whilst keeping a bal­ance on that string. It couldn’t do that unless it was spinning. But because it is revolving about its centre, it can keep a perfect balance. And if you blow the gyroscope it will bow, but come back to its balance again; it will give way to passing things, but will come back very strongly to its point of bal­ance and settle itself. (more…)

There is a treasure in our own house, by Trevor Leggett

Temple Building. Photo: © Paul HeatleyThere is a treasure in our own house which we often don’t see. We can say, ‘Well, how can there be?’

One of the Indian stories tells how the merchants in some of the towns (when India was the richest country in the world) were very strict about business ethics. One man cut some cor­ners. Well, they used to expel such people from the city and stone them ― not kill them ― but stone them and drive them away. So they took everything this man had, tied him to a stake outside the city, held back his wife and child, and threw stones.

There was a little boy there, the son of one of the big merchants. Not often you get the chance to throw a stone at a grown-up! He picks up a sharp stone, and he throws it. It catches the man on the face and just misses his eye. The blood pours down. (more…)

Mindfulness is not thinking, by Trevor Leggett

Monk and friend Art © Marcelle HanselaarMindfulness is not thinking, this is one of the reasons it is so powerful.

It is a common view that mindfulness is thinking — Now I’m walking. Now I’m talking. Now I’m not walking or talking, but just standing. Now I’m sitting down... It is just like a running BBC commentary. But, as a matter of fact, words cannot describe these things. Words can never describe what you do when you walk. There is only the actual living experience. If you say ‘walk’, does that mean the toe comes down first, the heel comes down first, or the foot comes down flat? The living experience is awareness of it all, but words can never describe it. (more…)

Fingers and Moons

 Fingers and Moons, by Trevor LeggettFingers and Moons

by Trevor Leggett

ISBN 13: 978-0946672073
ISBN 10: 0946672075

Buddhist Publishing Group
Published: 1988, reprint 2011
Paperback, 144 pages.

£10.95 / $16.95

With many varied analogies, stories and incidents, Trevor Leggett points to the truth beyond words, beyond explanations and methods. Indeed, the book itself is like ‘a finger pointing at the moon’.

You can buy Fingers and Moons from the Book Depository for around £8.50 with free worldwide delivery. See below for other online sites.

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