Rev Ito’s Teisho. Born, get older, sickness and death. We were able to present him with Bonsho as well.
Recording of “san bu jo’ by Rev Ito.
Kugyo san talked about Truth of Cessation of Suffering from Four Noble Truths.
She cited Hiku by Sasabune.
梅雨明けて 初めて咲いた 池の蓮
tsuyu akete hajimete saita ikeno hasu
Rainy season ends–
water lilies in the pond suddenly open.
Kugyo san talked about Truth of Origin of Suffering from Four Noble Truths.
She cited poem by Mary Oliver “ I have Decided”
I have decided to find myself a home
in the mountains, somewhere high up
where one learns to live peacefully in
the cold and the silence. It’s said that
in such a place certain revelations may
be discovered. That what the spirit
reaches for may be eventually felt, if not
exactly understood. Slowly, no doubt. I’m
not talking about a vacation.
Of course at the same time I mean to
stay exactly where I am.
Are you following me?
poem written by Mary Oliver
Kugyo san talked about Four Noble Truths which are regarded as doctrine of the Buddhist tradition.
- Truth of suffering (苦諦)
- Truth of origin of suffering（集諦）
- Truth of cessation of suffering（滅諦）
- Truth of path leading to cessation of suffering（道諦）
read more about at wikipedia
Couple reminder about our zazen meditation at our zendo.
- Our zazen meditation starts at 8:00am with striking of the han. Please be at zendo early.
- While sitting, keep you back straight.
Kugyo san talked about women in zen. She quoted story ‘The Old Women of Mount Wutai” from the book, The Hidden lamp.
Kugyo talked if Buddha and Jesus had a conversation what would it like to be…
Kugyo also sited “Of Love” a potem by Mary Oliver.
Mary Oliver (b. 1935)
I have been in love more times than one,
thank the Lord. Sometimes it was lasting
whether active or not. Sometimes
it was all but ephemeral, maybe only
an afternoon, but not less real for that.
They stay in my mind, these beautiful people,
or anyway beautiful people to me, of which
there are so many. You, and you, and you,
whom I had the fortune to meet, or maybe
missed. Love, love, love, it was the
core of my life, from which, of course, comes
the word for the heart. And, oh, have I mentioned
that some of them were men and some were women
and some — now carry my revelation with you —
were trees. Or places. Or music flying above
the names of their makers. Or clouds, or the sun
which was the first, and the best, the most
loyal for certain, who looked so faithfully into
my eyes, every morning. So I imagine
such love of the world — its fervency, its shining, its
innocence and hunger to give of itself — I imagine
this is how it began.
From New and Selected Poems, 1992, Beacon Press, Boston, MA