I believe in the Unborn, the Unconditioned, the UncreateI believe in Amida Nyoraiof measureless life and boundless lightwho made 48 great expressions of faithby which all beings might find salvation.I believe in uncontable Buddhas and bodhiasattvasin the ten directions and the three timesin their absolute nature, manifest presence and spiritual beingI believe that without creation, judgement or self-justificationthe Buddhas are our friendsand teach the Dharmato bestow merit and liberation.I believe in the sanghaI believe in the fallible and vulnerable nature of all beingsand that the compassion of the Buddhas is directed especiallyto those who realise their frailty of nature.I believe in the Pure Landand the generation of Buddha Landswhere all will quickly awaken.I believe in the Nameby which all are blessedand by which we may express our gratitudeNamo Amida Bu..
I loved it so I attempted my own “Zen Creed.” It is, perhaps, a tad bit darker and less happy than the above but I do think that boots, like practice, require a smear of dirt and grime to make them useful. Zen practice is at all times serious, lively, energetic, dull and as sharp as Manjushri’s sword. It is both the lotus flower and the filth from which it grows.
I take upon myself that my practice is expression of the Absolute.
With boundless joy I reject a soul without time, without stain, without change.
Moments are moments; the carrion crows of the present pick at the past
existing as mutable specks in a bright sky.
The rain falls from clouds. Once released, clarity ensues and endures…
Until clouds again converge over the mountains from all ten directions but remember
Mountains are only mountains and sky is only sky.
The horizon moves away as one draw closer.
Place foot after foot, cut through delusions but the fog of mind will return.
Embracing the sinister as well as the beneficial see that actions create actions.
Salvation manifests through meditation, compassion and sincerity.
Hope built upon foundations of great doubt, great faith and ernest striving.
A lively river, we float along.
Don’t attach to swells or brooks. Perceive everything.
What foolish beings we are; spewing shit and calling it Dharma.