Showing posts with label Jizo. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Jizo. Show all posts

Thursday, 14 July 2022

Humility Kyôsaku





"This isn't the final Buddhism; it's just ours."

Seth Zuiho Segal


(Photo courtesy of Carlos ZGZ and Pxhere.com.)

Wednesday, 6 November 2019

WW: Canadian bodhisattva



(Jizo Bodhisattva, patron of children and teachers, is traditionally venerated a variety of ways. Most involve specific gifts left at his statue's feet, or dressing it in certain garments, usually red. Of these, the most common is a knitted tuque.

Thus, when I saw one bareheaded on a friend's deck, I knew what practice demanded.

I classed it up a little while I was up.)

Thursday, 5 October 2017

Jizo Meditation

Jizo statue at the Bodaiji temple

The discursive mind is like a child.

It will always get up to stuff. That's its nature.

It's the role of the adult – the bodhisattva mind – to baby-sit: keep the discursive mind entertained, feed it, care for its injuries, protect and correct it, love it.

Child mind runs everywhere, touches everything, puts everything in its mouth. Often bodhisattva mind is too busy with lofty important-affairs to give it full attention; sometimes it gets none at all.

Then all sorts of mischief ensues. Like a child, the discursive mind lacks judgement, gets into trouble, goes places it shouldn't, takes things apart it can't put back together.

It's easily impressed, easily amused, and easily led.

And so nefarious impulses, yours and others', trick it into all manner of suffering, because the bodhisattva is elsewhere, or its voice simply gets lost in the cacophony of social living.

When this happens, the skilful response is empathy, humour, and loving correction.

Short of this you will have no family at all.


(Photo of Jizo Bodhisattva, protector of children and possible Canadian, courtesy of Wikimedia Commons and a generous photographer.)