{"id":6385,"date":"2019-02-27T09:36:27","date_gmt":"2019-02-27T16:36:27","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.poetry-chaikhana.com\/blog\/?p=6385"},"modified":"2019-02-27T09:36:27","modified_gmt":"2019-02-27T16:36:27","slug":"yoka-genkaku-the-hungry-are-served-a-kings-repast-from-the-shodoka","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.poetry-chaikhana.com\/blog\/2019\/02\/27\/yoka-genkaku-the-hungry-are-served-a-kings-repast-from-the-shodoka\/","title":{"rendered":"Yoka Genkaku &#8211; The hungry are served a king&#8217;s repast (from The Shodoka)"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><strong>[56] The hungry are served a king\u2019s repast (from The Shodoka)<br \/>\nby <a href=\"https:\/\/www.poetry-chaikhana.com\/Poets\/H\/HsuanChuehof\/\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\">Hsuan Chueh of Yung Chia \/ Yoka Genkaku<\/a><\/strong><\/p>\n<p><font color=\"#999999\">English version by Robert Aitken<\/font><\/p>\n<p><em>The hungry are served a king\u2019s repast,<br \/>\nAnd they cannot eat.<br \/>\nThe sick meet the king of doctors;<br \/>\nWhy don\u2019t they recover?<br \/>\nThe practice of Zen in this greedy world \u2014<br \/>\nThis is the power of wise vision.<br \/>\nThe lotus lives in the midst of the fire;<br \/>\nIt is never destroyed.<\/em><\/p>\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/img04.deviantart.net\/6edd\/i\/2012\/011\/4\/b\/midas_by_ursrules1-d4lzv2p.jpg\" hspace=\"7\" vspace=\"7\" width=\"500\" height=\"333\"><br \/>\n<font size=\"1\"><em>\/ Image by <a href=\"https:\/\/ursrules1.deviantart.com\/\">ursrules1<\/a> \/<\/em><\/font><\/p>\n<p>I have passed over this verse from The Shodoka before without paying much attention, but reading it this morning it struck me as powerful for the first time.  The words aren\u2019t especially poetic, but it unlocks many thoughts as I read it.<\/p>\n<p><i>The hungry are served a king\u2019s repast,<br \/>\nAnd they cannot eat.<br \/>\nThe sick meet the king of doctors;<br \/>\nWhy don\u2019t they recover?<\/i><\/p>\n<p>I take the king here to refer to the Buddha.  The \u201cking\u2019s repast\u201d would be the teachings of the Buddha.  The medicine offered by the \u201cking of doctors\u201d would be the relief from suffering as one walks the path of wisdom.<\/p>\n<p>These gifts are available to all, yet most of humanity seems unwilling partake and unable to even recognize that it is what we all hunger for amidst our confusion and suffering.  Sadly, this blindness to our basic need is the common state \u201cin this greedy world.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>But, regardless of how few actively walk the path, regardless of how lost and chaotic the world may seem, the way of truth remains:<\/p>\n<p><i>The lotus lives in the midst of the fire;<br \/>\nIt is never destroyed.<\/i><\/p>\n<p>But also, reading this selection, do you by any chance think of the story of King Midas?  The king\u2019s repast that cannot be eaten and the mention of a greedy world\u2026  Ever since childhood, I have been fascinated with the Greek myths, and it seems to me that most people don\u2019t quite understand the message of the Midas myth.  It depends on how much of the story one knows and how deeply it has been contemplated.<\/p>\n<p>Many just know the phrase that someone \u201chas the Midas touch,\u201d that is, everything they touch turns to gold.  If that\u2019s all one knows, then the Midas touch is imagined to be a good thing.  Look at the businesses that foolishly incorporate Midas into their business name.  The notion that turning everything into gold is a good thing is precisely the <i>opposite<\/i> meaning of the myth.<\/p>\n<p>For those who know a little more of the story, they see it as a comical tale about the problems of greed.  That is closer to the truth, but it still misses the world-threatening horror of uncontrolled greed evoked by this potent Greek myth.<\/p>\n<p>A quick recap of the tale:  Midas was a foolish, small-minded king who was granted a wish by one of the gods.  He requested the boon that whatever he touched be turned to gold \u2014 which he immediately received.  Thrilled with this new power, he raced back to his palace, touching trees and animals and everything as he went, turning all to gold.  Arriving at his palace, he was famished, so he had food brought to him.  But as soon as he put the food in his mouth, it turned to gold and became inedible.  In desperation, he grabbed a flagon of wine to drink from it, but he nearly choked when it too immediately turned to gold.  In his horror, he cried out, which brought his daughter running to him.  Frightened by his obvious distress, she ran into his arms\u2026 and, yes, was turned to gold.  The gods, in order to prevent the entire world from being being destroyed by being entirely turned into gold, intervened and removed the power from King Midas\u2019s touch, leaving him a broken man in his palace of gold.<\/p>\n<p>If we think about the implications of this story, especially in this modern era of hypercapitalism, it illustrates the terrible world created by commodifying everything and everyone. When people and things and all the natural world are only seen in terms of their quantifiable economic value, we end up turning living beings and the planet itself into dead wealth. When an entire society is built on the Midas model, the only question is, will Midas starve to death before he destroys the entire world?<\/p>\n<p>When we are enthralled by the perspective of the \u201cgreedy world\u201d we measure all of life\u2019s pathways and experiences using a crippled calculus.  Spiritual truths, deep meaning, living connection\u2013 there is no column on our ledger for these things, and so they become unreal to us, valueless, invisible.  In the greedy world\u2019s cost-benefit analysis, we become unable to eat the \u201cking\u2019s repast\u201d or receive the medicine from the \u201cking of doctors.\u201d When we assign mere financial value to anything, any person or creature, any experience, we blind ourselves to its inner nature, rendering us unable to imagine genuine connection, starved for spiritual nourishment and healing.<\/p>\n<p>We weaken our capacity to interact with the world or engage with our friends and loved ones in a meaningful way. We become blind to life itself. People end up starved for meaning and purpose, not from a lack of meaning in life, but because that meaning, which is inherent and everywhere, remains unrecognized in the Midas worldview.<\/p>\n<p>What then is the solution?  On the personal, most human level, we remember how to see what is commonly overlooked.  We remember to feel what the inner heart tells us is worth feeling.  And we learn to measure value with the scales of the heart.  In this way, slowly, steadily, we recover the full vision of ourselves and the world as an interwoven living panorama rich with endless illumination of meaning and value.<\/p>\n<p>The mindset of the \u201cgreedy world\u201d leads to blindness and lack of meaning. The greed of King Midas would have destroyed the world. We must seek instead the touch that connects and enlivens. That is what allows us to awaken and see and finally enjoy the feast laid out before us.<\/p>\n<p><i>The practice of Zen in this greedy world \u2014<br \/>\nThis is the power of wise vision.<\/i><\/p>\n<p><!-- Begin Recommended Books --><br \/>\n<center><\/p>\n<p><!-- Begin Related Books Table --><\/p>\n<p><b><font face=\"Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif\" font=\"\" color=\"#003333\" size=\"2\"><a name=\"BooksList\"><\/a>Recommended Books: Hsuan Chueh of Yung Chia \/ Yoka Genkaku<\/font><\/b><\/p>\n<p><!-- Row --><\/p>\n<table width=\"100%\" border=\"0\">\n<tbody>\n<tr>\n<td style=\"text-align: center;\"><a href=\"https:\/\/www.amazon.com\/exec\/obidos\/redirect?link_code=ur2&camp=1789&tag=poetrychaikha-20&creative=9325&path=ASIN\/0985467975\/\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\"><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/www.poetry-chaikhana.com\/images\/books\/2720.jpg\" width=\"40\"><\/a><\/td>\n<td style=\"text-align: center;\"><a href=\"https:\/\/www.amazon.com\/exec\/obidos\/redirect?link_code=ur2&camp=1789&tag=poetrychaikha-20&creative=9325&path=ASIN\/0865473153\/\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\"><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/www.poetry-chaikhana.com\/images\/books\/1954.jpg\" width=\"40\"><\/a><\/td>\n<td style=\"text-align: center;\"><\/td>\n<td style=\"text-align: center;\"><\/td>\n<td style=\"text-align: center;\"><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<tr>\n<td style=\"text-align: center;\"><small><a href=\"https:\/\/www.amazon.com\/exec\/obidos\/redirect?link_code=ur2&camp=1789&tag=poetrychaikha-20&creative=9325&path=ASIN\/0985467975\/\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\">This Dance of Bliss: Ecstatic Poetry from Around the World<\/a><\/small><\/td>\n<td style=\"text-align: center;\"><small><a href=\"https:\/\/www.amazon.com\/exec\/obidos\/redirect?link_code=ur2&camp=1789&tag=poetrychaikha-20&creative=9325&path=ASIN\/0865473153\/\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\">Buddhism and Zen<\/a><\/small><\/td>\n<td style=\"text-align: center;\"><small><\/small><\/td>\n<td style=\"text-align: center;\"><small><\/small><\/td>\n<td style=\"text-align: center;\"><small><\/small><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<tr><\/tr>\n<\/tbody>\n<\/table>\n<p><\/center><br \/>\n<!-- End Recommended Books --><\/p>\n<table size=\"100%\" border=\"0\">\n<tbody>\n<tr>\n<td width=\"13%\"><\/td>\n<td width=\"67%\">\n<a href=\"https:\/\/www.poetry-chaikhana.com\/Poets\/H\/HsuanChuehof\/\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\"><strong>Hsuan Chueh of Yung Chia \/ Yoka Genkaku<\/strong><\/a><\/p>\n<p><em>China (665 \u2013 713) <a href=\"https:\/\/www.poetry-chaikhana.com\/Poets\/Timelines\/600_1100\/index.html#HsuanChuehYul\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\">Timeline<\/a><br \/>\n<a href=\"https:\/\/www.poetry-chaikhana.com\/Traditions\/Buddhist\/index.html\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\">Buddhist<\/a> : <a href=\"https:\/\/www.poetry-chaikhana.com\/Traditions\/ZenChan\/index.html\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\">Zen \/ Chan<\/a><br \/>\n<a href=\"https:\/\/www.poetry-chaikhana.com\/Traditions\/Taoist\/index.html\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\">Taoist<\/a><a href=\"https:\/\/www.poetry-chaikhana.com\/Traditions\/Taoist\/index.html\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\"><\/a><\/em><\/td>\n<td width=\"20%\"><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<\/tbody>\n<\/table>\n<p><!--more--><\/p>\n<p>Hsuan Chueh lived in the Yung Chia region of south-eastern China, later known as Wenzhou Prefecture.  (His name is also transliterated as Yongjia Xuanjue.)<\/p>\n<p>While still a youth, Hsuan Chueh left his home and began to practice meditation and study Buddhist texts.  It is said that he received enlightenment upon reading the Vimalakirti Nirdesha Sutra.<\/p>\n<p>Hsuan Chueh is perhaps best known for composing the Cheng Tao Ko, a collection of Zen teaching poems.  This work has been popularized in the West through the influence of Japanese Zen schools, where it is known as The Shodoka and he is referred to as Yoka Genkaku.<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"https:\/\/www.poetry-chaikhana.com\/Poets\/H\/HsuanChuehof\/index.htm#PoemList\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\">More poetry by Hsuan Chueh of Yung Chia \/ Yoka Genkaku<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>[56] The hungry are served a king\u2019s repast (from The Shodoka) by Hsuan Chueh of Yung Chia \/ Yoka Genkaku English version by Robert Aitken The hungry are served a king\u2019s repast, And they cannot eat. The sick meet the king of doctors; Why don\u2019t they recover? The practice of Zen in this greedy world [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[3],"tags":[40,1471,1946,1887,1282,123,1947,2244,1948,227,228,118],"class_list":["post-6385","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-poetry","tag-buddhist-poetry","tag-gold","tag-greed","tag-hsuan-chueh","tag-hsuan-chueh-of-yung-chia","tag-japanese-poetry","tag-king-midas","tag-midas","tag-midas-touch","tag-shodoka","tag-yoka-genkaku","tag-zen-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.poetry-chaikhana.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6385","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.poetry-chaikhana.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.poetry-chaikhana.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.poetry-chaikhana.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.poetry-chaikhana.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=6385"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/www.poetry-chaikhana.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6385\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":6386,"href":"https:\/\/www.poetry-chaikhana.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6385\/revisions\/6386"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.poetry-chaikhana.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=6385"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.poetry-chaikhana.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=6385"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.poetry-chaikhana.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=6385"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}