Last Wednesday, we had a short sutra service, which Marika led. We added to the tradition Zen cannon this poem for the evening:
The Wolf God
By Anne Carson Like a painting we will be erased, no one can remain.
I saw my life as a wolf loping along the road
And I questioned the women of that place.
Some regard the wolf as immortal, they said.
Now you know this only happened in one case and that
Wolves die regularly of various causes--
Bears kill them, tigers hunt them,
They get epilepsy,
They get a salmon bone crosswise in their throat,
They run themselves to death no one knows why--
But perhaps you never heard
Of their ear trouble.
They have very good ears,
Can hear a cloud pass overhead.
And sometimes it happens
That a windblown seed will bury itself in the aural canal
They go mad trying to stand upright,
Nothing to link with.
Die of anger.
Only one we know learned to go along with it.
He took small steps at first.
Using the updrafts.
They call him Huizkol,
Looks Good in Spring.
Things are as hard as you make them.
“A Course on Koans” is the delusion-riddled work of Chris Kufu (“Wind in the Void”) Wilson, who began practicing Zen in 1967. He regards Taizan Maezumi, Robert Aitken, and David Weinstein as his root teachers. Each of them pecked at his shell until he “completed” the never-ending koan curriculum of the Harada-Yasutani lineage.
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