Truth of path leading to cessation of suffering(道諦)

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.

Truth of Origin of Suffering

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

Four Noble Truths (四諦)

Kugyo san talked about Four Noble Truths which are regarded as doctrine of the Buddhist tradition.

  1. Truth of suffering (苦諦)
  2. Truth of origin of suffering(集諦)
  3. Truth of cessation of suffering(滅諦)
  4. 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.

if Buddha and Jesus had a conversation what would it like to be…

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)

Of Love

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