Zen is the remedy for the spirit. It puts out the roaring fires of zealous beliefs.
It teaches non-attachment.
The West is attached to the past. Attached to the future. If the present is recieved without attachment, we are bred to experience a form of guilt.
Where are you?
The sky is blue.
The air conditioner drones.
The Jasmine smells sweet.
What are you?
You have a name and a label. You musn't say or think either. This is non-attachment.
In Zen, the American will not look to some future wellness, but will be force to evaluate his or her present state. True honesty with oneself will require the immediate action, or non-action.
You say, "I will be happy." Or, "He will become a nicer person." While in the present, you are not happy and your boyfriend remains cruel.
Your will, or original nature, or non-formed being, when you reside in, will remove these blocks. There are no blocks; blocks are chickens, chickens are pencils.
Words are illusion; illusion is thought.
The Mississippi river is flowing.
White snakes in the sky.
The ground is cool.
Katz!
