The harder I try to understand zen the less I know. Words become less meaningful, very faulty and human, and emphasis on compassionate FEELING and love for all sentient beings arises... I always return to “the thought is the thought of the thoughtless”.
Zen has done absolutely nothing for me intellectually, yet everything for me existentially. When I gaze into my dogs eyes, and contemplate the mystery of how the infinite Universe conspired to place a dog and a conscious observer in this time-space locus, my heart overflows with love and gratitude.
To me, after all the mania from zen, having no idea what any koans mean, struggling to understand them, existence, and anything intellectual, all I have arrived at is peace.
Submitted March 21, 2018 at 12:50AM by KimJongUnstUnstUnst http://ift.tt/2prMvwu
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