This Entire Ten-Direction World is the Eye of a Practitioner: A Photo Essay from Solo Retreat
We recently did a week-long in-home retreat at the Neyaashi Zen Hermitage. After early morning and afternoon zazen, I did a half-hour of fast kinhin along the shore of the big lake. A few photos were also taken.
Sometime during the retreat, a passage by the Tang Dynasty Zen Master, Changsha (aka, Tiger Cen), that I'd recently translated from The Record of Going Easy, came to mind. At the end of the retreat, the idea arose to share the two things with you together. So here they.
First, a bit about Changsha. His full name was Changsha Jingcen (d 868). Like another great Master, Zhaozhou, he was a tenth-generation successor in China of the wild and crazy Nanquan Puyuan. Changsha's nickname was "Tiger Cen." Here's how his nickname came about:
Most of the photos you find here are from the same area of the beach. The passages from Changsha are in tan text boxes. My brief explanations or comments are in plain text. At the end, I'll offer you the Changsha passage in full.
In Zen "grass" represents differentiation. The metaphor highlights how rapidly and persistently differentiation can take root and spread. When one opens one's mouth about Zen, the grasses go wild. Like in this post.
The phrase "not guarded, 不護, is a technical term. The Digital Dictionary of Buddhism says it refers to: “Since the buddhas have eliminated their afflictions, they do not need to be on guard regarding karmic activity.”
So "this matter is already not guarded" refers to a great master's functioning that is directed toward the awakening of all beings without concern or self protection.
The self's radiant light is the Buddha's radiant light. That light is neither blue, nor yellow, nor white, nor red. What color is the self's radiant light?
On the morning this photo was taken, it was cold. Or as we say in northern Minnesota, "Yah ... a bit nippy out there then." Mounds of ice formed along the shore. Each one the original self. Each one cold.
Buddhas and eagles and black birds and icy sand and tangling branches too.
This was from the middle of the week, late in the day. Wave after wave of sand rolls into wave after wave of water. In the dark, there are really no waves of sand or water.
And Changsha's dharma presentation altogether:
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