Blue Mountain White Clouds Hermitage Priest
Dogen s poem about zazen
The moon mirrored
In a mind clear
As water still
Even the waves
Reflect its light
Of course the entire moon of awakening knows no bounds. Centre without periphery, all things arise and vanish within its golden-white disc. The mirror is selfless, reflecting without essence, manifesting without being trapped in I or you. Movements, stirs, images, thoughts go by and in breaking reveal their true nature and display the very radiance of the Dharma.
Not an inch of this escapes the moon-body, the mirror- moon of sitting described by Nagarjuna has one taste and countless manifestations.
Swallow it and spit it at once!