When we’re born, we don’t know our names. Isn’t that peculiar? We don’t know our gender, sex, race, political party, or religion. And we don’t know anyone else’s either. We’re born in a cloud of unknowing, and we spend the first part of our life in that cloud. Then we start to see patterns in […]
Without relying on anything that’s been given to me by situations like birth, culture, education, or even the way my vocal cords and mouth operate, what’s my name?
If silent illumination is like waiting for the water to clear and then diving in, and hua tou is like breaking ice and diving in, Buddha recitation is like focusing on the pearl itself until we suddenly see that it wasn’t at the bottom of the lake at all—it was our own reflection in the water.
A huatou is a question that we’re trying to answer without the intellect. It’s like a koan, but sexier. Huatou practice depends on Great Trust, Great Doubt, and Great Determination.