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Buddha Nature II

Look to the right. Hell yeah! Now that's the Buddha Nature I've been looking for. Blue sparkles-check. Golden majesty exploding from heart-check. Super novas-quadruple check!

However, I've never seen anything as cosmic as this in my entire experience. Would I listen if someone told me they did? If I did see this, would I file it into enlightenment or delusion?

Oh, of course I'd file it. And that's what it would be: a neat folder full of boundless glory, stashed away for me to peak at. I'd label it too, "Sweet Buddha Nature Experience, 2090, 5:25 am, end of Rohatsu"

Don't ruin my file. Don't even touch it.

Class with Jiryu continues. What a seal breaker it's been! Many of us in the class have been practicing for years (9 years for me...) and this might be the first time in our Soto Zen experience someone has asked WHAT is Buddha Nature. I know it's my first time. What does a person say when you have to say something? With no place for a perfect soul to hide, I say (or quote):

"Water, vessel to vessel." But bring your own cup and water, extra if you have it.

"I don't know, who doesn't know, you have no expectations and "the Buddha eye" sees beyond seeing. This experience is beyond the realm of human thinking."

"Know 'no' Buddha. Know 'yes' Buddha."

And my teacher said it has nothing to do with me or you, with subject and object. Jiryu cautioned us to not make this "Buddha Nature" topic something to get, some object, despite our class studying "it."

All of the above quotes come from Dogen's fascicle Shobogenzo Bussho, or Buddha Nature. Anyone who has something to offer on that fascicle, please chime in! As I read Dogen, little page by little page, I feel like I'm on top of a house, reeling in white Christmas lights, finding knots, untying knots, accidently tying new knots, and all the while missing the bright warm twinkly lights I have right in my hands.

Exhausted, I retire to our practice of following the schedule, sitting up straight, doing 9 prostrations every morning, silently, like this:

I take refuge in Buddha
I take refuge in Dharma
I take refuge in Sangha
I practice softening
I practice letting go
I practice radical acceptance
I practice beginer's mind
I practice loving kindness
I practice secretly, working within


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