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Buddhadharma : Fall 2012
together in front of you as you bow. The hands fit together perfectly, so they must have been one before, otherwise such identical opposites could not exist. When one drop of father and one drop of mother came together, from that moment, a potential is there, and at some point this is very inconve- nient, so the hands separate in coming to be. We say man and woman were one before. Teacher and student are not different entities, but one, so they can feel each other, touch each other. A gassho is like that. By being separated you cannot feel the beginning place. When you touch your cheek, you feel, “Yes, it is a cheek, and it is a hand, both,” as if from a blind state. This is both an intimate and independent practice, this life. In such a lost state, touching is very important. Being recognized by someone, recognizing someone without destroying the other, is a very, very important subject. Touch means one glance of Christ could save Mary Magdalene who had lost the hope of life. Life—connected life—gives meaning. A gas- sho you instinctively feel is not just a Buddhist activity, it is before and beyond, and it feels good. The Light Inside Light comes out of people; like a firefly, light is generated inside. Though I do not see it in myself, I see it in others. It is not always constant because the support of innumerable others sustains an individual life, and at the same time one’s existence must return the same amount of energy to all. The body is warm and something is burning. When you look for it, there is a light. Eyes are a window, and when discouraged, or ill, eyes don’t show light. When full of hope, vitality, inside and outside, eyes shine. It could be recognition of something, or could be being recognized by it. It is always mutual. Sometimes sitting is utterly dark, feels like a fermented junkyard or something. But once in a while a forgotten jewel is in there. When I pull it out, it shines! Sensing the light within you is the same as expecting a new day tomorrow. If there is a future, there is light coming, and with it all language, the organ of taste, eyes that are not destroyed by the intensity of seeing, all that was transmitted to us from very long ago to this experi- ence now. My feeling is that nothing is made by me; everything belongs to the world, especially the very center of my being. I am here, but I do not belong to me. Determination Anybody can sit when they’re ready to sit. The urge or interest in sitting can occur to anybody, anytime. My deep wish is that it can be adapted to any religion, so I hope this sitting does not have too much structure around it. But formal sitting, as you sit, should be polished by each person. Zan Kan Sei Zan Sitting looking at the blue mountain PHOTOGRAPHERUNKNOWN