Ephemera

Monday, February 29, 2016

Buddha nature of objects

Yesterday, I was taking the dog for a walk, and it occurred to me that everything is alive. The rocks and trees. The sidewalk and earth. Everything. All made out of the same dreamstuff as me.

Then today I read in the Shobogenzo: "At this very moment, the
lands of the earth with their trees and grasses, as well as the walls and fences with
their tiles and stones, are all seen to be performing the work of Buddhas."