Staying For One Night
Above the hanging scroll of Moonrise over a Brushwood Gate, eighteen Zen priests have written poems of a guest departing. But the artist may be showing a meeting seven centuries ago between the monk Yung-chia and the Sixth Patriarch Hui-neng... Master: Where do you come from? Monk: From nowhere and now here. After a short while, the monk bids good-bye. Master: Are you not leaving too soon? Monk: Mind does not move. How can you say I'm leaving too soon? Master: Who is he who is aware of no-movement? Monk: You, Master, are making this distinction. Master: You have grasped well the meaning of no-birth. Monk: How can no-birth have meaning? Master: If it has no meaning, who can differentiate it? Monk: Even though one may differentiate it, it's still meaningless. Master: Good! Good! Please stay here for at least one night. From that time on, people called Yung-chia's visit "Enlightenment from One Night's Lodging". Tall bamboo sways in the wind, through mist and vines by the river a Zen Gate opens wide to empty mind embracing a full moon master and monk. Peter Y. Chou Mountain View, 3-7-2012 |