When a cup falls to the floor, he severs the root of
During the twelfth lunar month, on the third
evening of the eighth week of the session, after six hours of sitting
meditation, the attendant made his rounds, filling up the tea cups.
The Master's hand was burned by spilling boiling water, and his cup
fell to the floor. At the sound of the crash, the root of his doubt
was instantly severed. He was joyous beyond words at having fulfilled
his lifelong ambition. It was as if he had just awakened from a
dream, and he observed how the conditions of the past unravel. If he
had not fallen into the river and become gravely ill, if he had not
met good advisors who plied him with both adversity and felicity, how
would this present experience have been possible?The Master's verse
When a cup fell down and struck the floor, The
sound of the crash was distinctly heard; Emptiness was pulverized
And the mad mind stopped on the spot.
Another verse by the Venerable
The hand let go-the cup was shattered. Family
broken up, people have died-there's no way to talk about such
Spring arrives, flowers are fragrant, and everywhere is
infused with splendor. The mountains, rivers, and great earth itself
are just Tathagatas.