A poem by Reizan:
The myriad differences resolved by sitting, all doors opened.
In this still place I follow my nature, be what it may.
Just by sitting silently, all doors of existence open. Zen simply means sitting silently, not doing anything. Everything happens spontaneously.
It is ready to happen.
You are preventing it by being busy – busy without business, doing all kinds of stupid things. This is sheer wastage of a tremendously valuable lifetime. A single moment of silent sitting is an eternity in itself.
You have come home.
From the one hundred flowers I wander freely.
The soaring cliff – my hall of meditation.
(With the moon emerged, my mind is motionless).
Sitting on this frosty seat, no further dream of fame.
The forest, the mountain, follow their ancient ways,
And through the long spring day not even the shadow of a bird.
Everything is so quiet and silent once your mind is put aside.
Maneesha has asked:
For those of us who continually forget that we are buddhas, is it possible to be spontaneous, or are we only ever impetuous?
Maneesha, you cannot forget to be buddhas, you just have not yet remembered – because once remembered, I cannot conceive how you can forget. You don’t forget that you are a woman, doing thousands of things; you don’t forget that you are a man, doing a thousand things; you don’t forget that you are alive.
And these are very ordinary things. Once you know that you are a buddha, there is no possibility of forgetting it. The real thing is to remember.
You forget because it is only intellectually understood that you are a buddha. Naturally, you forget. Intellectually, you cannot breathe – you will forget. You may get engaged in something and forget to breathe. Intellectually, you cannot keep your heart beating – because somebody insults you, and you will forget completely that the heart has to remain beating.