Friday, 9 April 2010

Saying not Doing

I read the blog of Angel Star two days ago where she was telling of being on the edge of the earthquake that rocked Mexico and how she felt the tremor. She said that even although it was short and small there was enough time to be afraid.

This reminded me of the tale of the earthquake in the Zen monastery. Parts of the building were actually destroyed and many of the monks admitted to being terrified. The master after it was all over stood before the monks and addressed them. “Now you have had an opportunity to see how the Zen master reacts in a crisis. You will have noticed how I brought you all to the centre of the building, to the kitchen, the strongest part of the monastery. You will also notice that I stayed calm but that I took a large glass of water something I am not in the habit of doing. But that was alright in such a situation.”

One of the monks nodded but had a smile that covered his face. “Why do you smile so at me?” asked the master. The monk responded, “You did indeed lead us to safety but that was not a large glass of water you drank master. It was a large glass of Soya.”

We are indeed measured not by what we say but what we do.

There was a man who lived next door to a lady who professed to be a very devout Buddhist. Three times a day she recited the names of the Buddha as a mantra and the top of her voice. Yet even after such daily ritual she was a lady prone to much anger. Her neighbour decided that one day he would show her. Just as she was about to start he ritual he knocked on her door and called her name. He kept on knocking and calling her name. Eventually she came banging to the door and in an angry voice said, “Why do you treat me like this I am doing my practice calling on my Buddha and you are here calling my name?” The neighbour said I have only called your name ten times and you feel angry. I wonder how the Buddha feels after you calling his three times a day for ten years.”

By their actions and their practices shall you know them. I am privileged to see many artists who make no claims to greatness but who work speaks volumes to my heart. It is perfectly acceptable to feel fear as we prepare to be creative because it is what we achieve that will speak not our words. I am sure some reading this will remember the words, “Why do they call me Lord, Lord but do not do what I say?”

This blog is linked to my other found at:- Thoughts of Summer


  1. Gosh, Ralph. Amazing thoughts to think on this a.m. I am saddened that I so often need to be reminded.

  2. I love your rainbow woods. Can I go there someday?

    Your thoughts and words are wonderful. I enjoy reading them very much.

  3. Oh, this was very wise words to read and to reflect about too. *smile* I do have to follow your blog.

    Answer of your comment on my page: Yes, it's time that we get it.

    Best wishes from Sweden

  4. I forgot to copy the answer I wrote to you on my blog: One night when I went out and looked up to the sky I saw the moon like I painted. It was like a open eyes to the universe. It's inspire me to paint as how I saw it, with the rings around the moon and the darkness between. I was fascinated because I never seen the moon like that.

  5. It's tough to be consistent doers and sayers. My grandmother always said that actions speak louder than words and I try to live by that.

    Sometimes I think that people are too busy noticing others' inconsistencies that they neglect bringing themselves into congruency. Even the fool appears wise when he stays silent! Maybe I should do more and say less.

  6. what if
    when the earth moves
    the silence afterward
    is like angelic singing
    and a painter
    painting shadows under trees
    is also silent
    doing what the Lord said
    to do...