ten oxherding & anapanasati

anapanasati.md

• dhammatalk
• plum village

‘Breathing in a long breath, I know I am breathing in a long breath.
Breathing out a long breath, I know I am breathing out a long breath.
‘Breathing in a short breath, I know I am breathing in a short breath.
Breathing out a short breath, I know I am breathing out a short breath.
‘Breathing in, I am aware of my whole body.
Breathing out, I am aware of my whole body.’
He or she practices like this.
‘Breathing in, I calm my whole body.
Breathing out, I calm my whole body.’
He or she practices like this.
‘Breathing in, I feel joyful.
Breathing out, I feel joyful.’
He or she practices like this.
‘Breathing in, I feel happy.
Breathing out, I feel happy.’
He or she practices like this.
‘Breathing in, I am aware of my mental formations.
Breathing out, I am aware of my mental formations.’
He or she practices like this.
‘Breathing in, I calm my mental formations.
Breathing out, I calm my mental formations.’
He or she practices like this.
‘Breathing in, I am aware of my mind.
Breathing out, I am aware of my mind.’
He or she practices like this.
‘Breathing in, I make my mind happy.
Breathing out, I make my mind happy.’
He or she practices like this.
‘Breathing in, I concentrate my mind.
Breathing out, I concentrate my mind.’
He or she practices like this.
‘Breathing in, I liberate my mind.
Breathing out, I liberate my mind.’
He or she practices like this.
‘Breathing in, I observe the impermanent nature of all dharmas.
Breathing out, I observe the impermanent nature of all dharmas.’
He or she practices like this.
‘Breathing in, I observe the disappearance of desire.
Breathing out, I observe the disappearance of desire.’
He or she practices like this.
‘Breathing in, I observe the no-birth, no-death nature of all phenomena.
Breathing out, I observe the no-birth, no-death nature of all phenomena.’ He or she practices like this.
‘Breathing in, I observe letting go.
Breathing out, I observe letting go.’
He or she practices like this.

om.md

• om - pranava mantra, source of all mantras
• om mani padme hum - peace of mind
• om vajrapani namo hum
• om vajrasattva hum
• om dhrung svaha
• om ami dhewa hri
• om ah ra pa ca na dhih
• om muni muni maha muniye sakyamuni swaha
• om gate gate paragate parasamgate bodhi svaha - heart sutra
• om tare tuttare ture mama ayurjnana punye pushting svaha - white tara mantra
• om tare tuttare ture svaha - green tara mantra - help with fear/illness
• om ah hum vajra guru padma siddhi hum - vajra Guru mantra - balance body/mind/speech
• nam myoho renge kyo - nichiren budhism, devotion to lotus sutra
• namo tassa bhagavato arahato sammasam buddhassa
• namo amitabhaya - mindfulness of the buddha
• ye dharma hetu
• buddham saranam gacchami, dhammam saranam gacchami, sangham saranam gacchami - three jewels

rando.md

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ten_oxherding.md

• https://www.metmuseum.org/art/collection/search/53660

• Undisciplined. The untamed mind is unruly.

• Discipline begins. Preliminary efforts in meditation.

• In harness. The meditator"s mindfulness increases.

• Turns around. The meditation object is clearly seen.

• Tamed. The mental hindrances begin to disappear.

• Unimpeded. Concentration continues joy arises.

• Non-interference. The concentrated mind needs no effort.

• All forgotten. The higher levels of consciousness.

• The solitary moon. Joyfully seeing reality.

• Both vanished. Enlightenment.

One aimlessly pushes the grasses
aside in search.
The rivers are wide,
the mountains far away,
and the path becomes longer.
Exhausted and dispirited,
one hears only the late autumn cicadas
shrilling in the maple woods.

By the water, and under the trees,
there are numerous traces.
Fragrant grasses grow thickly,
but did you see the ox?
Even in the depths
of the distant mountain forest,
How could the upturned nostrils
of the ox be concealed?

A bush warbler sings upon a branch,
warm sun, soft breezes,
green willows on the bank.
Nowhere can the ox escape to hide,
but those majestic horns
are difficult to draw.

With all my energy,
I seize the ox.
His will is strong, and his power endless,
and he cannot be tamed easily.
Sometimes he charges
to the high plateau.
And there he stays,
deep in the mist.

One does not let go of the whip or the rope,
afraid it will stray
and choose the dusty mist.
A well-tended ox becomes gentle,
and even with no rope,
Will follow people
by himself.

Riding the bull, I leisurely
wander toward home.
Exotic flute melodies echo
through sunset clouds.
Each beat and each tune
is indescribably profound.
No words are needed for those
who understand music.

Riding on the ox,
he has come home.
There is no ox there,
and he is at ease.
Although the sun is high,
he is still dreamy.
The whip and rope abandoned
in the thatched hut.

Whip, rope, man, and ox,
all are non-existent.
The blue sky being vast,
no message can be heard,
Just as the snowflake cannot last
in the flaming red furnace.
After this state, one can join
the ancient teachers.

In returning to the fundamentals
and going back to the source,
I had to work so hard.
Perhaps it would be better
to be blind and deaf.
Being in the hut,
I do not see what is outside.
The river flowing tranquilly,
the flower simply being red.

He enters the city barefoot,
with chest exposed.
Covered in dust and ashes,
smiling broadly.
No need for the magic powers
of the gods and immortals.
Just let the dead tree bloom again.

https://shanenull.com/buddhism/anapanasati/