Mulig det ikke er så stor interesse for det her?
Jeg interesserer meg veldig for det, og elsker å fundere over slike koans og historier fra zen.
Så hvis det er noen som har noen historier eller lignende de vil dele, så føl dere fri til å skrive inn, eventuelt komme med forslag til tolkninger
Har en anekdote jeg vil dele med dere som jeg leste her om dagen.
Håper ikke det gjør noe at det er på engelsk:
The eleventh hour
Chosha used to come to participate in the special annual intensive meditation session with zen master Hakuin every single year, yet he never attained anything. Finally one year Hakuin said to him at the conclusion of the session: "You come here every year, just like a duck diving into the water when it is cold. You are making a long journey in vain, without gaining half a bit of empowerment. I can't imagine how many straw sandals you have worn out over the years making this trip. I have no use for idlers like you around here, so don't come anymore!"
Deeply stirred, Chosha thought to himself, "Am I not a man? If I do not penetrate through to realization this time, I will never return home alive. I will concentrate on meditation until I die." Setting himself a limit of seven days, Chosha went to sit in a fishnet shed by the seashore.
But even after seven days of sitting in meditation without eating or sleeping, Chosha was still at a loss. There was nothing for him to do but drown himself in the ocean. Removing his shoes in the traditional manner of a suicide rite, Chosha stood out in the waves. At that moment, seeing the shimmering ocean and the rising sun emerging into crimson radiance, all at once he became completely emtpy and greatly awakened.
