Buddha Nature Knows No North or South

If you want to learn supreme enlightenment, don’t slight beginners.

-- Huineng, The Platform Sutra

We sometimes speak of warrior or samurai Zen versus farmer Zen — as though they were different. It’s part of the old debate going back at least as far as Huineng in the Platform Sutra of the Sixth Patriarch about the difference between sudden enlightenment and gradual enlightenment, the Northern School versus the Southern School. Later it will take shape as Rinzai versus Soto. And so on and so forth. 

These comparisons have only to do with our delusions. Comparisons between social classes or sexes are useless when it comes to Zen practice. Nor is it a matter of personality types. And we certainly don’t want to validate any doctrinal differences between geographical centers of practice. 

As the cheeky young Huineng tells his master, the Fifth Patriarch, “Buddha-nature originally knows no North or South.” 

Here at the New Orleans Zen Temple, we practice Soto Zen. It is called “farmer Zen” because we have to be patient. We plant a seed or transplant a seedling and watch it grow. Yes, we nurture it by watering it when the rain won’t come, teaching it how to breathe, or propping it up when its posture sags, but basically we plant it on a zafu and watch it grow over time, to put down roots, allowing it to stretch and strengthen its stalk, head pressing the sky, to spread its leaves and blossom. We watch how the plant transpires in every meaning of that word.

Then we send it out into the world where it will be battered and nourished with rain and sun, trodden on by the world’s business where it suffers and thrives. And if the practice is consistent, by which I mean strong, and strong, by which I mean consistent, then the plant will grow. Unconsciously, automatically, spontaneously, naturally. 

As Daichi Zenji says in the bodhisattva ordination of the samurai Kikushi, “With long experience, and thanks to the infinite grace of zazen, you will understand all this unconsciously. On a journey, it’s the long and dangerous road that reveals a horse’s strength and courage. And it isn’t overnight that we see and feel the goodness of the persons we live with.*

There is no sudden enlightenment; there is no gradual enlightenment. To make that distinction is not to understand the first thing about enlightenment. Rinzai or Soto. Samurai or Farmer. Male or Female. Buddha-nature knows no such distinctions. 

— Richard Collins

The Fourth Teaching

As you may know, the Chinese often refer to the Three Teachings. They are represented in paintings by the three teachers, who can be recognized by their iconography. The stately Confucius with his long combed beard and black scholar’s cap; the rugged Lao Tzu with his scraggily beard and hermit’s robe; and Shakyamuni Buddha, bald or with his ushnisha, the crown of hair. Sometimes Confucius is depicted as handing over a baby Buddha, the newest of the three, to Lao Tzu; sometimes they are on more equal terms. But the idea is that they are more or less harmonious and complementary systems of thought that together tell the history of Chinese religious philosophy, beginning with the two indigenous religions, the scholarship and order of Confucianism complemented by the spontaneity and naturalism of Taoism, and then the transplant from abroad, the transcendentalism of Indian Buddhism.  

Thanks to Clara for sharing the Daxue on Friday after zazen. This is one of the most famous Confucian texts, known as The Great Learning. Like the Hannya Shingyo, it is very short but profoundly influential. As with all Confucian thought, there is a great emphasis on the role of ritual and tradition in our moral and social life and on the connection of individual, familial, societal, and global order. 

There is an interesting controversy about the text among Neo-Confucian scholars about which virtues lead to which, or where to start. The passage in question is this:

The ancients who wished to manifest their clear character to the world would first bring order to their states. Those who wished to bring order to their states would first regulate their families. Those who wished to regulate their families would first cultivate their personal lives. Those who wished to cultivate their personal lives would first rectify their minds. Those who wished to rectify their minds would first make their wills sincere. Those who wished to make their wills sincere would first extend their knowledge. The extension of knowledge consists in the investigation of things. When things are investigated, knowledge is extended; when knowledge is extended, the will becomes sincere; when the will is sincere, the mind is rectified; when the mind is rectified, the personal life is cultivated; when the personal life is cultivated, the family will be regulated; when the family is regulated, the state will be in order; and when the state is in order, there will be peace throughout the world… All [of us] must regard cultivation of the personal life as the root or foundation. [Wing-Tsit Chan, editor and translator, A Sourcebook in Chinese Philosophy (Princeton: Princeton UP, 1963), 86-7.]

What constitutes the “cultivation of the personal life” is where the arguments begin. Some say that "investigating things" comes first (this might include both inductive and deductive investigations, observing the world, working from experience, and book learning, but also looking into oneself). Others argue that "sincerity of will" is primary, and that without it, there can be no clear apprehension of the way of the world.

I am no Confucian scholar. But this seems like a false dichotomy, at least from a Zen perspective. Surely there can be no value in "sincerity of will" if it is rooted in ignorance (ignorance, one of the poisons, not being the same thing as innocence, of course). We see lots of “sincere” people all around us, sincere but stupid. One can be perfectly sincere, but without knowledge of the way things are, or even rejecting evidence of how they are. In that case, one's actions can only be harmful to oneself and others. As Sylvia Townsend Warner describes some “sincere” characters in one of her novels, "Like many stupid people, they possessed acute instincts." Of course they do: that's how the stupid survive and even thrive in this world.

On the other hand, one can be knowledgeable about the world and act on that knowledge cynically. These people know how business works, how to make profits, how to exploit natural resources and how to exploit people (known to them not as people but as “human resources”). They know how to put out propaganda, and how to manage individuals and control populations; but they don't realize how destructive their actions can be, or they don't care. They are the bad capitalists, the bad socialists, the bad communists, the bad fascists, the bad anarchists. These people of course are also stupid; they are morally stupid.

Knowledge and sincerity must go hand in hand. Or as we might say, right thought must be married to right intention. Or more simply, we strive for the compassionate wisdom of the Hannya Shingyo, the wisdom that goes beyond. The practice of mushotoku.

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You may have heard the story of the Three Vinegar Tasters. They are the same three sages or teachers from before. Standing at a barrel, each takes a taste of the bitterness of life. Confucius concludes that the wine used to be good but has gone bad; only the ancients were in harmony with life, and we are now out of control; only a strict adherence to order will bring us back in harmony. The Buddha tastes the bitterness of life and says that suffering is our lot in life; only our individual adherence to the eightfold path can bring an end to suffering in this life in the form of enlightenment and nirvana. Lao Tzu finds the vinegar to be just as it was supposed to be, an indication of one aspect of life that can only be appreciated with its opposite, heaven with earth, the bitter with the sweet; it is only we who are not in tune with nature and the harmonious oppositions of the Dao, the Way.

You will probably think that our Zen practice resembles more of the Taoist point of view than the Buddhist. And you’d be right. Because we actually follow a Fourth Teaching, the Way of Zen, which is both like and unlike the other three.

When Bodhidharma brought Buddhism from India to China, he brought the transcendent meditation of Indian dhyana, where it met the indigenous Taoist meditation called “the art of sitting and forgetting.” And thus we have the progression of dhyana to Chan to Zen. We often simplify all this to say that when Bodhidharma came to China, Buddhism was married with Taoism, and thus was born Zen. Better to say maybe that Taoism adopted Buddhism, which is why we see in some paintings Confucius handing over a baby Buddha to Lao Tzu to raise.

And when Buddhism reached maturity in China, it became embodied in Bodhidharma as Chan or Zen. The fierce Bodhidharma of Zen is something very different than from the serene Shakyamuni of Indian Buddhism. 

Bodhidharma, then, might be regarded as the Fourth Sage and Zen as the Fourth Teaching, since it differs from the other teachings but is in the same family. 

Some people think we--here in this dojo, this temple--rely too much on ritual and tradition, like the Confucianist: that our ceremonies smack of ritualistic Catholicism, too rigid, too much bowing, incense and nonsense. Others, of course, would say that we stray too much from the Ancient rituals and aren’t rigid enough. I think we keep a balance. We haven’t thrown out ritual and tradition, but we don’t worship it as the be all and end all. 

Some people would say that we are not really Buddhists, or not very good Buddhists because we don’t pray or chant enough; we don’t preach veganism or vegetarianism; we don’t necessarily believe in reincarnation or karma or the interconnectedness of all things or impermanence or anything else, for that matter. 

We don’t grimace and sneer and boohoo at the vinegar of life, but use it in our salad dressing. 

Some people would say we are more like Taoists, seeing harmony in all things, but we aren’t very good Taoists either because we don’t levitate or practice magic, or believe in the “elixirs” of immortality.

No doubt, Deshimaru’s Zen--at least as we practice it--is often more Taoist than Buddhist, more Buddhist than Confucian. But we are even more Western than that. Nontheistic. Humanistic. We even believe in science! When push comes to shove, and religious dogma is questioned by science, science has to win.

Because, to return to the Daxue, we emphasize equally “investigating things” and “sincerity of will.”

This is why it is most clarifying to see Four Sages, Four Teachers, with Bodhidharma on the same level as Confucius, Lao Tzu, and Shakyamuni. 

Deshimaru is often called the Modern Bodhidharma. Just as Bodhidharma brought Zen from the West to China, Deshimaru brought Zen to the West, to France. His Zen is our Zen, neither Indian nor Chinese, neither Japanese nor Western. The practice of compassionate wisdom goes beyond any of these cultural reactions to the bitterness of life. This must be the basis of our own Great Learning. 

— Richard Collins

Zazen Is Not a Sensory Deprivation Chamber

In his “Universally Recommended Instructions for Practicing Zazen,” the Fukanzazengi, Dogen tells us to seek out a quiet place. A quiet place; not a silent place. Zazen is not a sensory deprivation chamber.

We practice with all of our senses intact. This is one way we know we are alive, one of the five skandhas. We are not aiming to put ourselves in a trance. We are only locating ourselves in the here and now.

Yes, we soften the sensory inputs. We find a quiet place. We turn the lights down low, neither too bright nor too dark, so that we are neither distracted nor tempted to fall asleep. We keep our eyes half closed, neither wide open nor squeezed shut. We avoid extremes of temperature, so that we don’t shiver from cold or sweat from heat. We burn incense to flatten the smells in the room. We neither fast nor overeat, so that our stomachs don’t growl at us or others.

But it is sound that often disturbs people most of all. 

When I first started doing zazen, even before I started going to the temple on Camp Street, I would sit among the rafters of our creole cottage at the corner of Dauphine and St. Roch in the Faubourg Marigny. Right outside my window, the Desire bus would stop to drop or to pick up passengers. It was very noisy, but it was the quietest place in the house. For a while I would imagine that I would pack up my thoughts, like unruly school children, into the bus, and it would take them to the Desire projects down the road. Soon I didn’t hear the bus anymore, or at least it didn’t bother me.

That’s how we should treat distractions. Note them, give them a meaning if you must, and send them away.

At the temple, where the dojo was fairly well isolated from the streets, there would still be other sounds. The bells of St Patrick’s Church. The crows on the roof. The sirens on the street. 

When we moved to Royal Street for a while, I once found one of our more zealous members meditating in the closet. To escape the noise, I suppose, since he had the whole dojo to himself. (By the way, zealotry is not Zen.) The bodhisattva doesn’t isolate himself or herself from the world. He would have done better to do zazen in the park or on a bus.

Today, here in the Napoleon dojo, we have had coughing and sneezing, clearing of throats, cracking of knees, traffic outside, the hot water heater sighing behind the walls, the dog barking upstairs. The noise of the others in the dojo means we are not practicing alone. The traffic is taking others to work; be thankful that it’s not you who has to go to work right now. The dog barking means she’s saying hello to other dogs passing on the street; she’s not trying to disturb your concentration. Remember: it’s not about you. Neither the traffic nor the dog’s hello is directed at you.

But our discriminating minds tell us one sound is good and another is bad, one sound soothes us and another disturbs us. There is not much difference between the sweep of a car on the street and the soughing of the wind in the trees. But we are quick to say, “traffic bad, wind in trees good.” During zazen we drop these distinctions. 

At the Alexandria dojo, we had one woman who was very sensitive to the sound of the ticking clock on the wall. We finally had to remove the clock. It was either the clock or her. One of them had to go. But if it was not the clock, it would have been something else. 

The opening lines of the Shinjinmei tell us, just don’t choose! Once you start choosing, having preferences, putting clocks out of the room, it never stops. There will always be something to make us unhappy. The clock will drive you crazy. The dog will drive you crazy. Your own breathing will drive you crazy. My voice giving this kusen will drive you crazy. If it’s not one thing, it will be another. Just don’t choose.

— Richard Collins