Jan 11 2013
The Poetry Chaikhana is back. I had planned to resume these posts earlier in the month, but life had other plans. My advice in those circumstances: Go with life’s plans.
I hope everyone had a blessed beginning to the new year!
Now, back to the poetry… Actually, I thought I’d resume the posts with a koan, rather than a poem, today. This is something I posted on the blog a few years back, and it’s been in my mind this morning. A koan today, poetry next week.
Koans are riddle-like sayings or short tales used in Zen practice to startle the listener out of the linear mind and into open awareness…
Two of the most famous collections of Zen koans are The Gateless Gate and The Blue Cliff Records. Here’s a koan I like from The Gateless Gate:
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Tipping Over a Vase
Master Hyakujo decided to found a new monastery, but he had the difficult task of selecting from among his disciples the right person to be the new monastery’s abbot. Then he came upon a solution.
Hyakujo called all his disciples together and told them that the person who best answered his question would be named the new abbot. Hyakujo filled a vase with water and set it on the ground before the assembled monks. “Who can tell me what this is without naming it?” he challenged.
The senior disciple stepped forward and answered accurately, “No one can call it a wooden shoe.”
Then Isan, the lowly cook, stepped forward and knocked the vase over with his foot, and walked out of the room.
Master Hyakujo smiled and declared, “My senior disciple has been bested.” Isan the cook was named the new abbot.
What just happened in this story?
One way to understand the meaning of this story is that the water represents Truth or the Dharma. The vase is the vessel that holds that truth, it is the teaching, it is the tradition.
That truth cannot be told, however. Sure, you can use simple words like “Truth” or “Reality,” or you can fill books with complex philosophical explanations. But ultimately those are all words and don’t truly convey what the Truth is. The “water” cannot be named. That is why Master Hyakujo gave this challenge to his disciples.
The lead disciple, clearly a cunning man, sees this as a test of his mental dexterity. If he cannot name the water-filled vessel, he will say what it is not, thus suggesting it by negation. But he has only negated one object in a world of infinite objects. A person can spend a lifetime listing all the things something is not, and never come to the point where only the unnamed thing remains. The lead disciple is trapped on the endless road of the intellect.
But the cook, Isan, understood the situation simply and clearly. He tipped the vase over, emptying the vessel and revealing the water. The truth cannot be told, it can only be shown.
What’s more, the truth cannot be held, it cannot be contained, it can only be poured out. The vase itself, the spiritual tradition, is empty and only has meaning as a vessel to transport the truth. By tipping over the vessel, he is suggesting that we must not worship the tradition itself. Religion, philosophy, spiritual tradition — these are not an end to themselves; they should be respected for their function as a delivery vehicle, but nothing more.
These are the insights that mark one for spiritual authority.