TotEoTT #485
Since this is so long, I added alternating bold to make it easier to read.
Master Zhenjing said to an assembly, Are there any questions? (silence)
After thirty years of horse riding, I’ve been kicked by a mule. (rubbing his knees)
After all, with the polar mountain steep and high, the ocean waters sending waves leaping, the thirty-three deities withdraw from their position all at once, the eighteen great hells stop their pains.
Do you see? If you can see here, Shakyamuni folds his hands, Maitreya furrows his brow, Manjusri and Samantabhadra serve as attendants. If you do not see, watch me free in all ways, and get it within complications.
Ha, ha,ha! Exalted worthies, tell me, what am I laughing at? Oh, I’m laughing at the firefly light and mosquito understanding of Yunmen, Linji, Deshan, and Yantou of olden times.
One said, “When the great enlightened World Honored One was first born, he pointed to the sky with one hand, pointed to the earth withone hand, and said, ‘In the heavens above and on earth below, I alone am honored.’ If I had seen him at the outset I would have killed him with one blow and fed him to the dogs.”
The likes of this bunch of thieving phonies are all just temporarily claiming honor where there is no Buddha. If they were called back now, I would start an inquisition of them at once.
As for the rest, it will not do to let them off. Haven’t you read how a monk asked Jianfeng, “For the Blessed Ones of the ten directions, there is one road to nirvana—where does that road start?” Jianfeng described a line with his staff and said, “Here.” What about this answer of Jianfeng—did he ever see, even in a dream?
If it were me, I’d do otherwise. “For the Blessed Ones of the ten directions, there is one road to nirvana—where does the road begin?”—I’d strike the questioner across the back and ask him, “Where is the beginning of the road?” When he’s about to open his mouth, I’d shout him out.
Then there was this old broken-legged Yunmen, who didn’t distinguish the adept from the naïve, did not distinguish true from false—holding up his fan, he said, “This leaps up to the thirty-third heaven and bumps into the nose of the emperor of gods; the carp of the eastern sea struck once with a cane, it rains buckets.” As for this kind of guy mixing in mud and water, in a pile of crap, what would be wrong with burying five or ten?
Ah, ha, ha! Happy? Enough?
Now we’re fortunate to face the greening of the mountains; over the years this phenomenon is one time.
Stop letting body and mind lazily be bound up—everyone better stop snoozing.
People who, unable to look at themselves and the facts pretend they're above or beyond the conversation instead of admit fault and move on. Knowing they've failed, they try to save face by hiding. Dishonest.
What to do about it?
How would Master Zhenjing treat these phonies?
it will not do to let them off
Was Master Zhenjing being a good interlocutor here?
Submitted March 09, 2018 at 02:18AM by WheresNorthFromHere7 http://ift.tt/2FEhzT2
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