Learning to Unlearn as Sandgrouse Ruffles Feathers

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Q: Illusion can hide from us our own mind, but up to now you have not taught us how to get rid of illusion.

A: The arising and the elimination of illusion are both illusory. Illusion is not something rooted in Reality; it exists because of your dualistic thinking. If you will only cease to indulge in opposed concepts such as ‘ordinary’ and ‘Enlightened’, illusion will cease of itself. And then if you still want to destroy it wherever it may be, you will find that there is not a hairsbreadth left of anything on which to lay hold. This is the meaning of: ‘I will let go with both hands, for then I shall certainly discover the Buddha in my Mind.’

Q: If there is nothing on which to lay hold, how is the Dharma to be transmitted?

A: It is a transmission of Mind with Mind.

Q: If Mind is used for transmission, why do you say that Mind too does not exist?

A: Obtaining no Dharma whatever is called Mind transmission. The understanding of this Mind implies no Mind and no Dharma.

Q: If there is no Mind and no Dharma, what is meant by transmission?

A: You hear people speak of Mind transmission and then you talk of something to be received. So Bodhidharma said:

The nature of the Mind when understood, No human speech can compass or disclose.

Enlightenment is naught to be attained, And he that gains it does not say he knows.

If I were to make this clear to you, I doubt if you could stand up to it.

John Blofeld. The Zen Teaching of Huang-Po: On the Transmission of Mind (pp. 59-60). Grove/Atlantic, Inc..

Seeing this. Trepid, morose, but benign in ultimate substance. Laying my heart bare to my brethren and awaiting their warm embrace only to be stabbed across the breast and walloped twice over upon the crown of my head. Bovine anatomy dispels my quaint musings, his strength imposing upon me the unbearable weight of masculine beauty. A star shining brightly, how I am floating so lightly, streams of water guide me gently to the sea where I forever wish to be, serenity.

Ahoy, sailor. Ceratoid patterns make up the moat which acts as my bane. Though it may grow in the darkness, the melody carries a sardonic quality that drags me into the abyss. Cold waters wake me from my slumber. I can't feel my face any longer. Modality manifold.

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