Philos
Veteran Member
Folks,
A Zen Buddhist master takes a brush and slowly paints a circle in black paint on a large white sheet of paper. A black circle around a white space. He calls this: 'great white space'.
But what is it? I'm no expert on Buddhism (or much else) but would hazard the guess that, for the Zen Buddhist, it is everything. It is also nothing of course, which is the art and maybe the truth of Zen.
A Zen master tells us this, “There is Buddha for those who don't know what he is really; there is no Buddha for those who know what he is really.”
So, we go back to the picture. There is nothing in the picture to fear or want, nothing to run from or towards, except maybe the circularity and enclosure.
A Zen master tells us this,
'Before Zen, a bowl is a bowl and tea is tea.
Studying Zen, a bowl is no longer a bowl and tea is no longer tea.
After Zen, a bowl is again a bowl and tea is again tea.'
So, we go back to the picture. Maybe it doesn't represent anything, just as the bowl and tea don't represent anything. It just is. Maybe there is no circularity or enclosure, just my own fear of those feelings?
There I'm stuck; a feeling of being stuck.
Alex.
A Zen Buddhist master takes a brush and slowly paints a circle in black paint on a large white sheet of paper. A black circle around a white space. He calls this: 'great white space'.
But what is it? I'm no expert on Buddhism (or much else) but would hazard the guess that, for the Zen Buddhist, it is everything. It is also nothing of course, which is the art and maybe the truth of Zen.
A Zen master tells us this, “There is Buddha for those who don't know what he is really; there is no Buddha for those who know what he is really.”
So, we go back to the picture. There is nothing in the picture to fear or want, nothing to run from or towards, except maybe the circularity and enclosure.
A Zen master tells us this,
'Before Zen, a bowl is a bowl and tea is tea.
Studying Zen, a bowl is no longer a bowl and tea is no longer tea.
After Zen, a bowl is again a bowl and tea is again tea.'
So, we go back to the picture. Maybe it doesn't represent anything, just as the bowl and tea don't represent anything. It just is. Maybe there is no circularity or enclosure, just my own fear of those feelings?
There I'm stuck; a feeling of being stuck.
Alex.