Student: Who am I? I am bones, skin, and blood.
Where do I go from there? Perhaps to this:
to become one with eating. … But to be honest,
I have no burning desire for kenshō—
for seeing (見) "nature" or "essence."
I get easily tired — the Way is terribly long.
—Roshi Philip Kapleau, The Three Pillars of Zen
Whence do the roots of false views come?
Those that gnaw and feed
on what always knows within?
Oh, what is one's own
when one dies,
and what is the truth?
Is it like a body one thinks one controls,
one's exclusive claim,
a property with sequestered access?
Why, can't you hear how the gods laugh
just now?
Just think how much emptiness
one has to stir, build, inflate
to keep the truth away, at bay,
to let what is false and wrong stay,
be one's familiar company
whether in life or death.
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