morning

all intelligences awake with the morning

the morning is wiser than the evening

open mind/beginner's mind

carry an empty cup

no-mind

mind the sword

mind the people watch

mind enemy

too many mind

no-mind

no-mind

life

a flower falls even though we love it

a weed grows even though we do not love it

things are just as they are

still waters

i feel like still waters

reflecting the moon

zazen

to study the self is to forget the self

to forget the self is to be enlightened by

the-ten-thousand-things

to study the self is zazen

to forget the self is zazen

to be enlightened by the-ten-thousand-thing is zazen

kensho

a no-self open-ended eternity momentary state

nothing special

mindfulness

i'm alive

i smile to myself

the moon again

chris lassos the moon

hide-and-reveal

the feeling of mystery that keeps something interesting

even when it is known very well

suchness

if you ask me to describe my reality

"just this is it"

dog and other...

has a dog buddha-nature or not?

mu

free haiku

blancos y rosados

pétalos de flor

y fragancias del jardin

interdependence

me

you

everything

unconditional love

a picture of my brain

zazen

no pain no gain

highest wisdom

attention

attention attention

attention attention attention

attention means attention

pointing at the moon

zen-kiu

openness to life

we are just pushing

don't you see it

joy

the way

what's the way?

ordinary mind is the way

luz

amada palabras y mente

en aguas calmas

la luna reflejada

love and suffering

to love is to suffer

to avoid suffering

one must not love

but then 

one suffers from not loving

therefore

to love is to suffer

not to love is to suffer

to suffer is to suffer

to be happy is to love

to be happy

then

is to suffer

but suffering makes one unhappy

therefore

to be happy

one must love or love to suffer or suffer from too much happiness

happiness

i have arrived i am home

in the here in the now

i am solid i am free

in the ultimate i dwell

just an answer: is that so?

just an answer: wash your bowl

the udambara flower [you]

although fallen from the stem
is still fragrant

just an answer: the cypress tree in the yard

life is a song [and a dance]

throw away thoughts of imaginary things

wherever we go we recreate our shells [hells]
like an insect carrying its shell on its body
we feel our shell keeps us safe
but it crushes us and others
and keeps out light and sun

open-heartedness

never give up on a person
never give up on yourself

k'an