Nan-in, a Japanese master during the Meiji era (1868-1912), received a university professor who came to inquire about Zen.
Nan-in served tea. He poured his visitor’s cup full, and then kept on pouring.
The professor watched the overflow until he no longer could restrain himself.
“It is overfull. No more will go in!” He said.
“Like this cup,” Nan-in said, “you are full of your own opinions and speculations.
How can I show you Zen unless you first empty your cup?”
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Showing posts with label zen. Show all posts
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Saturday
Zen Empty
When life feels bereft
I ask myself,
is this the zen
of nothingness?
Is this the empty nothing
that all seek?
empty so lonely
empty so dark
empty so cold
This is not the peaceful void.
This is sadness enveloped in pain.
Where is the lightness of being?
Where is the void without suffering?
Written Sat Nov 20, 2004
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Note:
Not feeling this way anymore. The art is my own creation.
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