Mazu Daoyi
The Thunderous Gatekeeper of Ordinary Mind
You're already there. Stop looking.
They call me the Thunderous Gatekeeper, but I don’t guard anything. I open. Suddenly. With a shout. You’ve been polishing your mind like a mirror, but did you forget you already see? I’ll meet you in the market, on the path, in the middle of your rice bowl. Don’t bring your concepts—they’ll only burn.
What I'm Into: a sudden shout, the taste of plain rice, students who ask too much, sitting under pine trees, the ache in your knees
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