Sōgi bows before Ikkyū. “Master Dōken rebuked me this morning,” he says. “What did you do this time?” replies Ikkyū.
Ikkyū and Sōgi discuss creativity and the infinite: a koan
“Output is finite,” says Sōgi. “Input is eternal.” Sōgi sits at a small table. Before him are several papers covered in numbers, formulas, scraps of text, and … well, doodles. “What’s all this?” […]
Ikkyū and Sōgi on Art and Enlightenment: a koan
How can a thing be both path and obstacle at once? The poet Sōgi said to Master Ikkyū, “I am vexed by the koan of the tree falling in the forest. It […]
There is no future: the ironic peace of learned hopelessness (#zenofdoc)
We must be prepared to laugh with the universe at the banality of our own immolation. Full moon. Snowfield, vast beneath the mountain: to understand the truth of people, study their contradictions. […]