THE SKILLFUL MEANS OF A MASTER
Technically, the experience of all masters is the same. A master is actually the perfect servant. A master is a perfectly enlightened man/woman those goes ahead to teach others the essentials of her/his invaluable discoveries. Such a calling does not come accidentally as it is a culmination of endless effort and many times making brave renunciation in a bid to remain stably on the path to supreme enlightenment. Such persons attain deep understanding and reach a place where questions no longer, so they never even recognize themselves as masters or enlightened – they live from moment to moment with the needed intensity and concentration.
The emphasis of all masters to their audience is simply “Behold the puppets prancing on the stage, and see the man behind who pulls the strings.” Yet whenever any master gives a phrase, writing or teaching, it constitutes of three profound dimensions; each profound dimensions consists of three disparate essentials; in each essential there is power and there is use of it thereof. How do you understand this?
Zen is not dead
At the evening question period the master (Rinzai, ca. 866 A.D) told his Zen students: “Sometimes I snatch away the man but not the environment; sometimes I snatch away the environment but not the man. Sometimes I snatch away both man and environment; sometimes I snatch away neither man nor environment.” [Environment here symbolizes: Object, thing, environment, situation, circumstance etc.]
A monk asked: “How do you snatch away the man but not the environment?”
The master said: “Warm sunshine covers the earth with a carpet of brocade. The hair of the child is white like silken thread.”
The monk asked: “How do you snatch away the environment but not the man?”
The master said: “As the king’s command reaches everywhere, the general at the frontier ceases to fight.”
The monk asked: “How do you snatch away both man and environment?”
The master said: “The states of California and New York are cut off entirely, each alone in its own place.”
The monk asked: “How do you neither snatch man nor environment?”
The master said: “When the king ascends the jewel-palace, the peasants in the fields burst into song.”