The One Thing | Hardcore Zen

…[H]ere is the idea that if you understand just one thing completely, you understand everything. This might be one of Dogen’s greatest insights. It informs everything about how we do zazen practice in the Soto style. It’s why we don’t use mantras or concentrate on koans or count our breaths or anything else. It’s the philosophical rationale for the practice of shikantaza or “just sitting.” If you understand just one thing thoroughly, you understand everything. For your object of study, why not choose the closest thing there is, the easiest one to look at, the one you’re already most familiar with? Why not look at yourself?

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The One Thing | Hardcore Zen

The Silence Over Oppression By Otherwise Good People

Awash in remembered sounds,
alone and clinging
to a cold, bald mountaintop.

So many tricks the brain plays to entertain itself,
     to distract itself,
     to soothe itself,
     to forget itself.

Over and over the sights and sounds
and over and over and over the thoughts and the tragedies,
     and the thoughts of thoughts of the tragedies,

                              and the thoughts of the thoughts of the thoughts.

Alone on a mountain silent,
unforgiving melodies
plague our brains
until the sun quiets down.

The Silence Over Oppression By Otherwise Good People

We carry all of the power we need inside ourselves already

I am looking at you
     this way
because I am trying to melt your face with my mind,
trying to destroy you in a most peculiar way –
     a most painful
and peculiar
          and wholly unforgettable
way

So don’t you turn from me just yet.

Keep your eyes opened, focused.

I want you to watch as they drop from your head,
     your eyes,
want to watch you watching yourself disintegrate,
want to watch you watching yourself pool into a gooey mess,
want you to write me a song about yourself as a gooey mess on the kitchen floor,
write me a murder ballad with piano and upright bass,
a ballad about how I melted your face with my mind –
my mind:
     pure hate,
willful annihilation.

We carry all of the power we need inside ourselves already

Friday Lyrics Mash: The Wind Beneath My Broken Wings

Take these broken wings
Take these broken wings
’cause you are the wind beneath my wings
’cause you are the wind beneath my wings
’cause you are the wind beneath my wings
’cause you are the wind beneath my wings
Oh, the wind beneath my wings
You, you, you, you are the wind beneath my wings
So take these broken wings
Oh, you, you, you, the wind beneath my wings
Oh, you, you, you, the wind beneath my wings
Thank God for you, the wind beneath my wings
So take these broken wings
Take these broken wings

Friday Lyrics Mash: The Wind Beneath My Broken Wings