“The essence of your mind is not born, so it will never die. It is not an existence, which is perishable. It is not an emptiness, which is a mere void. It has neither colour nor form. It enjoys no pleasures and suffers no pains. -- (Blake?)
I know you are very ill. Like a good Zen student, you are facing that sickness squarely. You may not know exactly who is suffering, but question yourself: What is the essence of this mind? Think only of this. You will need no more. Covet nothing. Your end which is endless is as a snowflake dissolving in pure air.”
― Bassui Takusho
Warren's Dharmafield talk and commentary of Aug 29, 2021 resonates with this: and with Li Po's poem 'Zazen on Jing Ting Mountain'... no grasping of thoughts, mountain and objects of mind as a meditation companion. human made creation of notion of separation between me and the other.
