ZEN STORIES EBOOK
These stories are based upon a lot of years of living as well as deep meditation and zazen. Too, many ancient Chinese texts concerning Eastern philosophy. Editorial Reviews. About the Author. Dan Glover lives and writes in north-central Illinois. Fifteen The Art of Caring: Zen Stories by [Glover, Dan]. Kindle App Ad. Zen Stones was first published in by Rider and Company, London, and These stories recount actual experiences of Chinese and Japanese Zen.
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Free kindle book and epub digitized and proofread by Project Gutenberg. Free download of Zen Stories in Tamil by Natarajan Nagarethinam. Available in PDF, ePub and Kindle. Read, write reviews and more. Zen stories are popular for its short & sweet in nature. Makes one "think". Some 40 plus short stories are rendered in Tamil to bring benefit of reading.
Consider the lilies of the field, how they grow. They toil not, neither do they spin, and yet I say unto you that even Solomon in all his glory was not arrayed like one of these…Take therefore no thought for the morrow, for the morrow shall take thought for the things of itself. For everyone that asketh receiveth, and he that seeketh findeth, and to him that knocketh, is shall be opened.
Whoever said that is not far from Buddhahood. The young doctor asked him what Zen was. If you understand Zen, you will not be afraid to die. Where can I find a teacher? So Kusuda went to call on Nan-in. He carried a dagger nine and a half inches long to determine whether or not the teacher was afraid to die.
How are you? If you are a physician, treat you patients with kindness. That is Zen. Each time Nan-in told him the same thing. Go home and take care of you patients.
Each time I come here all you tell me is to take care of my patients. I know that much. If that is your so-called Zen, I am not going to visit you any more. Let me give you a koan. Kusuda pondered this problem of Mu No-Thing for two years. At length he thought he had reached certainty of mind. His mind became placid. Problems dissolved. No-Thing became the truth. He served his patients well and, without even knowing it, he was free from concern over life and death.
Then when he visited Nan-in, his old teacher just smiled. A Parable Buddha told a parable in a sutra: A man traveling across a field encountered a tiger. He fled, the tiger after him.
Coming to a precipice, he caught hold of the root of a wild vine and swung himself down over the edge. The tiger sniffed at him from above. Trembling, the man looked down to where, far below, another tiger was waiting to eat him. Only the vine sustained him. Two mice, one white and one black, little by little started to gnaw away the vine. The man saw a luscious strawberry near him. Grasping the vine with one hand, he plucked the strawberry with the other.
How sweet it tasted! They were drawn by Kosen two hundred years ago. When the master drew them he did so on paper, from which workmen made the larger carving in wood.
Kosen patiently wrote one sheet after another until eighty-four First Principles had been accumulated, still without the approval of the pupil. When he was young he used to deliver lectures to his brother students. His mother heard about this and wrote him a letter.
There is no end to information and commentation, glory and honor. I wish you would stop this lecture business. Shut yourself up in a little temple in a remote part of the mountain. Devote your time to meditation and in this way attain true realization. Toyo wished to do sanzen also. He struck the gong to announce his presence, bowed respectfully three times outside the door, and went to sit before the master in respectful silence.
From his window he could hear the music of the geishas. The next evening, when his teacher asked him to illustrate the sound of one hand, Toyo began to play the music of the geishas.
That is not the sound of one hand. He meditated again. When he next appeared before his teacher, he imitated dripping water. Try again. He heard the sighing of the wind.
But the sound was rejected. He heard the cry of an owl. This was also refused. The sound of one hand was not the locusts. For more than ten times Toyo visited Mokurai with different sounds. All were wrong. For almost a year he pondered what the sound of one hand might be. At last Toyo entered true meditation and transcended all sounds.
In the morning before dressing, light incense and meditate. Retire at a regular hour. Partake of food at regular intervals. Eat with moderation and never to the point of satisfaction. Receive a guest with the same attitude you have when alone. When alone, maintain the same attitude you have in receiving guests.
Watch what you say, and whatever you say, practice it. When an opportunity comes do not let it pass you by, yet always think twice before acting. Do not regret the past. Look to the future. Have the fearless attitude of a hero and the loving heart of a child. Upon retiring, sleep as if you had entered your last sleep. Upon awakening, leave your bed behind you instantly as if you had cast away a pair of old shoes. Seating herself firmly in the center of the funeral pyre, she had it set fire around the edges.
The flames arose, and she passed away. Reciting Sutras A farmer requested a Tendai priest to recite sutras for his wife, who had died. So please recite sutras just for her.
I have a neighbor who is rough and mean to me. Just exclude him from all those sentient beings. During one summer seclusion period, a pupil came to him from a southern island of Japan. One night he came in tears to Suiwo.
Still no enlightenment came to the pupil.
The pupil obeyed, but in vain. In despair the student begged to be released, but Suiwo requested another meditation of five days.
They were without result. Trading Dialogue For Lodging Provided he makes and wins an argument about Buddhism with those who live there, any wandering monk can remain in a Zen temple. If he is defeated, he has to move on. In a temple in the northern part of Japan two brother monks were dwelling together.
The elder one was learned, but the younger one was stupid and had but one eye. A wandering monk came and asked for lodging, properly challenging them to a debate about the sublime teaching. The elder brother, tired that day from much studying, told the younger one to take his place. So the young monk and the stranger went to the shrine and sat down. He defeated me. So he held up two fingers, signifying Buddha and his teaching. I held up three fingers, representing Buddha, his teaching, and his followers, living the harmonious life.
Then he shook his clenched fist in my face, indicating that all three come from one realization. Thus he won and so I have no right to remain here. Since he was a stranger I thought I would be polite to him, so I held up two fingers, congratulating him that he has two eyes.
Then the impolite wretch held up three fingers, suggesting that between us we only have three eyes.
So I got mad and started to punch him, but he ran out and that ended it! Ordinarily when I hear someone congratulate another upon his happiness or success, I also hear a secret tone of envy.
When condolence is expressed for the misfortune of another, I hear pleasure and satisfaction, as if the one condoling was really glad there was something left to gain in his own world. Whenever he expressed happiness, I heard nothing but happiness, and whenever he expressed sorrow, sorrow was all I heard. Why do you search outside?
At last one moonlit night she was carrying water in an old pail bound with bamboo. The bamboo broke and the bottom fell out of the pail, and at that moment Chiyono was set free! In commemoration, she wrote a poem: In this way and that I tried to save the old pailSince the bamboo strip was weakening and about to breakUntil at last the bottom fell out.
No more water in the pail! No more moon in the water! One day the governor of Kyoto called upon him for the first time. His attendant presented the card of the governor, which read: Kitagaki, Governor of Kyoto. He felt his days very long attending his office and sitting stiffly to receive the homage of others.
Takuan wrote eight Chinese characters and gave them to the man: Not twice this dayInch time foot gem. This day will not come again. Each minute is worth a priceless gem. One of his adherents complained of the stinginess of his wife.
What would you call it? What then? After his visit, this wife helped her husband to distribute as well as to save.
A Smile in His Lifetime Mokugen was never known to smile until his last day on earth. Show me your real interpretation of Zen. Whoever expresses this most clearly shall by my successor and receive my robe and bowl. Encho, a disciple who had been with his teacher for a long time, moved near the bedside. He pushed forward the medicine cup a few inches. This was his answer to the command. Encho reached out and moved the cup back again. A beautiful smile broke over the features of Mokugen.
Take the robe and bowl. They belong to you. Nan-in was visited by Tenno, who, having passed his apprenticeship, had become a teacher. The day happened to be rainy, so Tenno wore wooden clogs and carried an umbrella. I want to know if your umbrella is on the right or left side of the clogs. He realized that he was unable to carry his Zen every minute. He was able to understand the potency of emptiness, the viewpoint that nothing exists except in its relationship of subjectivity and objectivity.
One day Subhuti, in a mood of sublime emptiness, was sitting under a tree. Flowers began to fall about him. Publishing the Sutras Tetsugen, a devotee of Zen in Japan, decided to publish the sutras, which at that time were available only in Chinese. The books were to be printed with wood blocks in an edition of seven thousand copies, a tremendous undertaking. Tetsugen began by traveling and collecting donations for this purpose. A few sympathizers would give him a hundred pieces of gold, but most of the time he received only small coins.
He thanked each donor with equal gratitude. After ten years Tetsugen had enough money to begin his task. It happened that at that time the Uji River overflowed. Famine followed.
Tetsugen took the funds he had collected for the books and spent them to save others from starvation. Then he began again his work of collecting. Several years afterwards an epidemic spread over the country. Tetsugen again gave away what he had collected, to help his people. For a third time he started his work, and after twenty years his wish was fulfilled. The printing blocks which produced the first edition of sutras can be seen today in the Obaku monastery in Kyoto.
The Japanese tell their children that Tetsugen made three sets of sutras, and that the first two invisible sets surpass even the last. She received training just as the little boys did. When she reached the age of sixteen she traveled from one Zen master to another, studying with them all. She remained three years with Unzan, six years with Gukei, but was unable to obtained a clear vision. At last she went to the master Inzan. Inzan showed her no distinction at all on account of her sex.
He scolded her like a thunderstorm. He cuffed her to awaken her inner nature. Gisho remained with Inzan thirteen years, and then she found that which she was seeking! In her honor, Inzan wrote a poem: This nun studied thirteen years under my guidance. In the evening she considered the deepest koans,In the morning she was wrapped in other koans. The Chinese nun Tetsuma surpassed all before her,And since Mujaku none has been so genuine as this Gisho!
Yet there are many more gates for her to pass through. She should receive still more blows from my iron fist. After Gisho was enlightened she went to the province of Banshu, started her own Zen temple, and taught two hundred other nuns until she passed away one year in the month of August.
Sleeping in the Daytime The master Soyen Shaku passed from this world when he was sixty-one years of age. His pupils used to sleep in the daytime during midsummer, and while he overlooked this he himself never wasted a minute.
When he was but twelve years old he was already studying Tendai philosophical speculation.
One summer day the air had been so sultry that little Soyen stretched his legs and went to sleep while his teacher was away. Three hours passed when, suddenly waking, he heard his master enter, but it was too late. There he lay, sprawled across the doorway. After this, Soyen never slept again in the afternoon. Our schoolmaster scolded us. He taught from the age of eighty until he was one hundred and twenty. Mamiya concentrated upon what the sound of one hand might be.
It would be better if you died. That would solve the problem. Mamiya at once fell over as if he were dead. He had lived in several temples and taught in various provinces. The last temple he visited accumulated so many adherents that Tosui told them he was going to quit the lecture business entirely.
He advised them to disperse and go wherever they desired. After that no one could find any trace of him. Three years later one of his disciples discovered him living with some beggars under a bridge in Kyoto.
He at once implored Tosui to teach him. So the former disciple dressed as a beggar and spent the day with Tosui. The following day one of the beggars died. Tosui and his pupil carried the body off at midnight and buried it on a mountainside. After that they returned to their shelter under the bridge. Tosui slept soundly the remainder of the night, but the disciple could not sleep. Our dead friend has left some over there. You can find the money in that drawer.
I need some to pay taxes with tomorrow. The man thanked him and made off. A few days afterwards the fellow was caught and confessed, among others, the offence against Shichiri. I gave him money and he thanked me for it. Makes one "think". Some 40 plus short stories are rendered in Tamil to bring benefit of reading. I have added quite a few additional information. Those who pick the essence of the message from these stories will have more happy moments in life than others who did not.
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This is a historical presentation of the Indenture Days of my ancestors in Fiji. Join Now Login. Click to Preview. Natarajan Nagarethinam Downloads:I want to know if your umbrella is on the right or left side of the clogs. They were drawn by Kosen two hundred years ago. Sometime Zen is about not answering to the questions. When it is sunny, I cry for my second daughter who has no umbrella business. A beautiful Japanese girl whose parents owned a food store lived near him.
For more than ten times Toyo visited Mokurai with different sounds.
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