Zen wants us to live here and now. Yesterday is history. Tomorrow is not here, we say. And yet as much as that is true, it is not true.
Studying some texts of Huang-Po, (from Classics of Buddhism and Zen, vol.1, page 290, by Thomas Cleary) when it hits me:
Buddhas, sentient beings, and the one mind are no different, like space without adulteration or corruption, like the orb of the sun illumining the four quarters. When the sun rises, its light pervades the land, but space is never bright. When the sun sets, darkness covers the land, but space is never dark.
So, I got sick last night. Or rather early in the morning. Sick to such a degree that I woke up in a filthy bed.
I got up, cleaned myself, got all the bed linen into the washing machine, put fresh sheets and covers on the bed, pulled the dog close to me, and went back to sleep.
Three hours later the washing machine woke me up. It was a bright day already, so I got up. Pounding headache and all.
I have to. I just have to I have to share this with you all here as well.
It has been some 8.000 years during which we humans have systimatically taken up agriculture. It has been just as long that we have been baking bread.
When you try to find a simple recipe for baking bread the easy way, right after opening the webpage with such a recipe it gets complicated. Completely unnessecary. We have been doing it for 8.000 years. In every culture that knows wheats and other cereals, there is also a form of bread being baked. Preferably on a daily base. Now, how can such a common thing be so complicated?