"The whole idea of a teacher," he said, blue hawk eyes flashing, "is to present a reflective mirror. Not a blank surface, really, but a screen, on which you have to confront yourself. Like the moon on the water, in a way. When you confront a Zen master, what you're really seeing are not his limitations, but yours. "
"So that if you think he's strict, it's because you're guilty? And if you find him silent, it's because you talk too much?"
"Yeah, I guess. There are many ways to do it. Sometimes they just let you talk yourself into trouble. Or they''ll shock you out of your assumptions. Or they'll cut you down. Everything you think you're seeing in him is actually coming from yourself. A saint, I think, is someone who brings out the good in everyone he meets."
Page 289. "The Lady and the Monk. Four Seasons in Kyoto"
Pico Iyer
".....We should be careful of each other, we should be kind, while there is still time." Philip Larkin
Monday, August 30, 2010
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