It's true, I don't want to be associated to any Buddhist groups. "Religion" is a word I stopped using long ago (in my Facebook profile I've written "not religious" as my religious views and "kayak & meditation" as my favorite sports). Whenever I find a Zen Buddhist, I lower my eyes and walk in the opposite direction.
It is the religion, the organization, the church, the authority, the orthodoxy that are at the root of my rejection. But also the "teacher", the misuse of dana (generosity), the adds in magazine like Tricycle...
And yet, it's not like I'm going around feeling nausea every time I meet these conditions. It's a posture that forces me to set the question mark at the very root of anything, that leaves nothing to hold on, that makes an island of myself...
It allows me to test, prove, make mistakes, start again, not rely in others, not imitate, not to force myself to understand things in a certain way, as when we hammer emptiness or not-self doctrines in our heads until we see them as the orthodoxy wants us to see them.
The practice gets for real when we are ready to face ourselves in solitude. It is a raft we build with pieces of wood we find here and there, not a 5-stars ferry boat that makes us forget where we came from and where we're going.
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Es una alegría ver renacer de nuevo este blog en medio del desierto en el que el zen se va trasformando más y más cada día que pasa.
Gassho _/\_
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