Reincarnation ( Archived) (109)

Interesting you mention a tree as the first study of any sought relating to Buddhism i made was reading a book called the Way of Zen
(The Way of Zen is a 1957 non-fiction book on Zen Buddhism and Eastern philosophy by philosopher and religious scholar Alan Watts. It was a bestseller and played a major role in introducing Buddhism to a mostly young, Western audience.)
The main thing i took from what i was reading was contemplate whether a tree existed and if it did in what way did it exist. I spent a few day's looking at a tree.
Very complicated when you consider the interdependent nature and arising's of the object under consideration, the tree, a leaf just dropped, (what tree) where did the tree come from the mother the and father tree that cross pollinated and produced the seed, or perhaps a nurserymen who grew the root stock from cuttings. Darn a leaf fell.
Does a tree actually exist? Oh yes can see what we label as tree, or can we, the roots, the siphon system pumping water internally, pollinators, bugs and insects whole mired that is the object under consideration in seriously looking whether a tree actually exists.
Later after years of study before qualified teachers i also considered in what way is any did the "I" I perceived as me existed.
The point being subject of tree I found most interesting

You are very pretty but you sound like one of the eejits that knock on my door when i'm nekkid

I'll just take the diamond

Like onion skins, with our dualistic mind we are certainly in big trouble

From my own experience trying to find self (contemplation of emptiness) greatly assisted my understanding. Soon after i went to town intending to visit the bank and in front of me a lady walked across the road as traffic had stopped at traffic lights. The lights turned green and young kid berried his boot, drove right across the intersection and bowled the lady crossing the road.
I went quickly to her side and she what had happened...I told her she looked the wrong way and a car had hit her, a policemen arrived, looked at me then directed traffic, an ambulance arrived with two medics, they looked at me, one sat before her head, the other on the other-side of her body, again she asked what had happened and i repeated she looked the wrong way and a car had hit her, the ambulance guy repeated what i had told her. Then she asked about daughter (teenage maybe twenty) who was crying and i told her, her daughter was OK.
I looked at her, and next thing i knew ambulance guy wracked and that brought back from white space, no thought, nothing.
I carried onto my bank, then washed her blood off my hands in a butcher shop.

Later I read the lady taught meditation at the local hospital...nothing is ever lost...

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