Human beings are basically good, kind, and compassionate, but it takes hard digging to uncover that buried jewel.
We all have to practice, and we have to practice with all of our might for the rest of our lives.
If from morning to night we just took care of one thing after another, thoroughly and completely and without accompanying thoughts, such as “I’m a good person for doing this” or “Isn’t it wonderful, that I can take care of everything?,” then that would be sufficient.
Awareness is our true self; it’s what we are. So we don’t have to try to develop awareness; we simply need to notice how we block awareness, with our thoughts, our fantasies, our opinions, and our judgments. We’re either in awareness, which is our natural state, or we’re doing something else. The mark of mature students is that most of the time, they don’t do something else. They’re just here, living their life. Nothing special.
When we’re lost in thought, when we’re dreaming, what have we lost? We’ve lost reality. Our life has escaped us.
Daily sitting is our bread and butter, the basic stuff of dharma. Without it we tend to be confused.
Joy is being the circumstances of our life just as they are.
That’s essentially what Zen practice is about: functioning from moment to moment.
When I watch my mind and stay with my body, out of that comes some course of action.
Living Zen is nothing special: life as it is. Zen is life itself, nothing added.
Who knows how we should be? We simply do our best, over and over and over.
In practice, we return over and over again to perception, to just sitting. Practice is just hearing, just seeing, just feeling.
At any given moment, we are the way we are, and we see what we’re able to see.
Doing one thing at a time and giving oneself wholly to doing it is the most efficient way one can possibly live, because there’s no blockage in the organism whatsoever. When we live and work in that way, we are extremely efficient without being rushed. Life is very smooth.
103When we try to be something that we are not, we become the slave of a rigid, fixed mind, following a rule about how things have to be. The violence and the anger in us remain unnoticed, because we are caught in our pictures of how we should be.