Book: Japan. A year in a Zen Buddhist monastery

A good Buddhist, according to which I read the books, is not a missionary, on the contrary, he is tolerant of other people's thoughts, decisions, and way of life. Tolerance leads to friendship. Friendship always wins. No Buddhist wars was not.

Whatever you do, do it as best as possible and Sosnovy what you're doing. Don't try to do two things simultaneously, like peeing and brushing your teeth, and you have such a thing. You think you save time, and the result is a mess - and in the latrine, and in your mouth.

Training Zen sharpens perception. Zen creates a person who is extremely focused on what he does, tries to make everything better aware of what is happening around him and the role he plays in what is happening.

Doing Zen, focusing on Keane stories that the teacher gives to the student. Man tries to become one with the Coan, to shorten the distance between him and yourself, to get lost in it, yet all will not disappear, will not disappear and will not remain nothing but kōan, filled the whole world. If it is possible to achieve, followed by the enlightenment, an Epiphany. It's very simple, but in reality it is impossible or almost impossible, for if it were at all possible, all mysticism, and mysticism training would lose all meaning. But mysticism is as old as the world: "free people", "wise", "saints", "prophets", "adepts", "Arhats," "bodhisatva", "Buddha" came from various schools and techniques which destroy the ego, destroy "me".

To meditate means to sit tight in the correct position and focus on any subject, no matter what. A Buddha, a Christ, on rock, on nothing, on vacuum, on a cloudless blue sky, God, love...

I can answer your questions, but I will not do it, because you won't understand the answer. Imagine that I have a kettle and you want to drink. I am ready to pour you tea, but for that you need a Cup. If I pour the tea you in the palm of your hand, you will burn. If I pour the tea on the floor, I'll spoil mats. You need a Cup. This Cup you will create in the learning process.

The search for God - this double action. Looking for it with the pain climbs up, and at the same time, but he does not even know it comes.

My grandmother, whom I never saw, I would say that there is no need to break your head about questions that have no answer. Once my mother asked her, what is beyond the universe.
- If you get to the edge of the universe, 'replied my grandmother,' you'll see it plastered with Newspapers.

I came to the conclusion that the world in which I found myself, the world is wrong. He is full of injustice and greed. Its people, who knows how, kill, exploit and torture each other, and because everyone who tried to get me to take this world, could not be right - they forced me to accept the unacceptable. The only salvation for my soul was anarchy, the desire to destroy the establishment and hope that on its ruins will arise something better. Besides, I liked to destroy - much more fun than to build ugly concrete castles money, fame, power, and other illusory nonsense that still didn't give me anything. And if I couldn't destroy it, at least, was able to resist her.