Dec 14 - 20. BOS #79

Autumn, week 13
"Only when we have learned how to practice and can choose not to escape our opportunities but to sit through our anger, resistance, grief, and disappointment can we see the other side. And the other side is always: not my will but Thine be done -- the life we truly want. What is necessary? A lifetime of practice.” -Joko Beck
Chants for Wed Nov 23 - Dec 20 (from Boundless Way Zen Sutra Book. See: BoWZ Westchester Chant Schedule)
  • Loving-Kindness Sutra, p. 20
  • Guidepost for Silent Illumination, p. 29
Next Saturday Zen Service: Dec 17, 10:00 - 11:45am.
Room 24, Community UU
468 Rosedale Ave, White Plains, NY

This week's reading: "Thy Will Be Done," from Charlotte Joko Beck, Everyday Zen. p. 201. (To order from Amazon CLICK HERE)

This week's case: "Changsha Takes a Step," Book of Serenity, #79

Changsha Jingcen (b. ca. 800?, 10th gen.) was a disciple of Nanquan (748-835) and thus a dharma brother of Zhaozhou (778-897). Changsha had no disciples of record, and he appears in two cases: BCR #36 and BOS #79. The hermit Hui was also a disciple of Nanquan.

Changsha had a monk ask Master Hui, "How was it when you had not yet seen Nanquan?"
Hui remained silent.
The monk asked, "What about after seeing him?"
Hui said, "Nothing special."
The monk returned and told Changsha about this.
Changsha said, "The man sits on the top of a hundred-foot pole. He has entered the way, but it is not yet genuine. He must take one step from the top of a hundred-foot pole. The worlds of the ten directions will be his complete body."
The monk said, "How shall one take a step from the top of a hundred-foot pole?"
Changsha said, "Mountains of Lang; water of Li [names of provinces of old China]."
The monk said, "I don't understand."
Changsha said, "Four seas and five lakes are all under the imperial reign."

Wansong's Preface
The bodhisattva appearing as maiden on the banks of golden sand was a special spirit. Stuffing pastries in a crystal jar, who would dare to roll it? Without going into the frightening waves, it's hard to find a suitable fish. How about one expression of walking relaxed with big strides?

Hongzhi's Verse (Wick trans)
The jeweled man's dream is broken by one cock's crow.
Look around at life, and everything is equal.
The wind and thunder carry news, awakening hibernating creatures.
Wordless peach and plum. Under them, people's footpaths naturally form.
When the season comes, work to till the soil.
Who's afraid in spring paddies to sink in mud to the knees.

Hongzhi's Verse (Cleary trans)
The jade man's dream is shattered -- one call from the rooster
Looking around on life, all colors are equal.
Wind and thunder, with news of events, roust out the hibernating insects;
Peach trees, wordless, naturally make a path.
When the time and season comes, laboring at the plow,
Who fears the spring rows' knee-deep mud?

Wick's Comment
Master Changsha is encouraging us to take a step forward, from wherever we may be. Each one of us is stranded on a hundred-foot pole. We must step forward into the unknown void in order to experience the boundless life. What is it that keeps us from taking that step into the unknown void? You can ascend the mountain, but you have to descend it to be free. Hermit Hui left Nanquan and stayed on his lofty peak. Changsha could tell he was still holding onto something. Both before and after awakening are hundred-foot poles. The ground is always shifting, there's no place to rest. The monk asks, "How do you advance a step?" and Changsha replies, "The mountains of Lang province; the waters of Li province." In other words, manifest your body in the ten directions. The whole universe in the ten directions is your whole body. Fishes and foxes frolic everywhere.

Andy Ferguson's Verse
Changsha Advancing a Step
Old Changsha exclaimed, take one step and advance,
you’ve heard this before but you’re still in a trance,
so I’ll do him one better if you’re willing to hear,
at the top of the pole take one step to the rear.

Hotetsu's Verse
Down from the pole of emptiness.
Then down from the pole of ordinariness.
Stepping to one's death over and over,
Ah, that's the life.

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