Genro

Sages and mediocrities. . .
Donkeys and horses . . .
All of them pull you down
When you hold
Even to the shadow of a single hair.
Be good, monks.
Live one life at a time
Without dualistic inertia.
Old masters know your sickness
And shed tears for you.

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For me in my personal journey the one crucial ingredient is love. Mom is just negative self esteem. Dad is just violent, degrading sexuality. Therapy is just negative socialization. I could not develope a private personal zazen practice until I felt sufficiently loved. At first love can be snarly and tangley. Especially with the negative conditioning in this culture. The true dharma is the way to go, but you can’t get there without being truly, genuinely, authentically loved.

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