Mountains Make Me

Good evening!

Dogen said, “When I love mountains, mountains love me.” When we enter a mountain, instantly we can enjoy all the beauty, all the merits of the mountain. Step by step we can enjoy beautiful flowers, trees, mist, breeze, birds’ singing, vast sky, valley sounds, the top views throughout four seasons. Unless we come to and climb a mountain, we never find the beauty, goodness, truth, and holiness of it.

Dogen also made a poem:

Peak colors, valley sounds –
All are the voices and figures
Of Shakyamuni Buddha.

When we love mountains, we become mountains. When we love zazen, zazen loves us. Moment by moment, when we sit, we find goodness, truth, beauty, and all the merits; sit by sit we can reach nirvana, unconditioned peace, and unsurpassed awakening. Unless we sit in zazen, we never witness them. Whenever, wherever, to whomever: zazen endows the limitless merits.

8/3/11

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