Today, we’re gonna talk about the first case from the Gateless Gate collection: the wu gong-an. Wu is one of the most popular gong-ans around. There have been whole books written about it, so I’m not gonna say much here. Besides, I think that making a big deal of it is the opposite of what … Continue reading Zhaozhou’s Wu Gong-an
You might notice that things look a little more basic around here. That's because I've downgraded Salty Dharma to the free plan. Since I'm an unemployed writer, and this site wasn't generating any revenue, it didn't make sense to keep pay in $100 a year for it. And, honestly, I'm nearing a point now where … Continue reading Downgrading the Blog
There's meditation, and then there are methods that help us meditate. It's easy to get stuck on the methods because they seem to improve our lives. They can calm us down, bliss us out, and clear things up. But all that's beside the point. Really, methods give us something else to cling to. They're a … Continue reading Stop Trying to Meditate
The mind is like an inn with one door. When the mind's functioning properly, guests check in, stay for a night, and then check out without fucking up the place. When the mind's malfunctioning, that's like locking the door. New guests can't enter, and old guests can't leave. Then they start trashing the place. Thoughts, … Continue reading What’s Affliction & How Do I Deal With It?
There's no need to practice in some special way. Life is the practice. If we learn just to live, then everything else is naturally taken care of. The Six Perfections, the Factors for Enlightenment, and Bodhidharma's wordless wisdom are all already present. What doesn't belong to you will all be taken in an instant, leaving … Continue reading Practice is No-Practice
Cling on tight, I say. Take shelter in each other. Not because it seems like we'll live forever, but because we won't. To love in spite of loss is something truly beautiful, truly human. It's a different kind of love, the kind reserved for winter nights and rainy days. A love that knows its own … Continue reading Untitled #2
I don't know. The blue sky rests above golden green trees, birds whistle and flop across the wind. Earthbound, my eyes float upward and reach out toward their traceless flight. I don't know. Mind is emptiness. A twig snaps, I turn to look. I say, "I love you," and a friend says, "I love you," … Continue reading Untitled