Zenkai (persistance) & one hand clapping
zenkai’s tunnel
Zenkai, the son of a samurai, journeyed to Edo and there became the retainer of a high official. He fell in love with the official’s wife and was discovered. In self-defense, he slew the official. Then he ran away with the wife.
Both of them later became thieves. But the woman was so greedy that Zenkai grew disgusted. Finally, leaving her, he journeyed far away to the province of Buzen, where he became a wandering mendicant.
To atone for his past, Zenkai resolved to accomplish some good deed in his lifetime. Knowing of a dangerous road over a cliff that had caused the death and injury of many persons, he resolved to cut a tunnel through the mountain there.
Begging food in the daytime, Zenkai worked at night digging his tunnel. When thirty years had gone by, the tunnel was 2,280 feet long, 20 feet high, and 30 feet wide.
Two years before the work was completed, the son of the official he had slain, who was a skillful swordsman, found Zenkai out and came to kill him in revenge.
“I will give you my life willingly,” said Zenkai. “Only let me finish this work. On the day it is completed, then you may kill me.”
So the son awaited the day. Several months passed and Zendai kept on digging. The son grew tired of doing nothing and began to help with the digging. After he had helped for more than a year, he came to admire Zenkai’s strong will and character.
At last the tunnel was completed and the people could use it and travel in safety.
“Now cut off my head,” said Zenkai. “My work is done.”
“How can I cut off my own teacher’s head?” asked the younger man with tears in his eyes.
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The master of Kennin temple was Mokurai, Silent Thunder. He had a little protege named Toyo who was only twelve years old. Toyo saw the older disciples visit the master’s room each morning and evening to receive instruction in sanzen or personal guidance in which they were given koans to stop mind-wandering.
Toyo wished to do sanzen also.
“Wait a while,” said Mokurai. “You are too young.”
But the child insisted, so the teacher finally consented.
In the evening little Toyo went at the proper time to the threshold of Mokurai’s sanzen room. He struck the gong to announce his presence, bowed respectfully three times outside the door, and went to sit before the master in respectful silence.
“You can hear the sound of two hands when they clap together,” said Mokurai. “Now show me the sound of one hand.”
Toyo bowed and went to his room to consider this problem. From his window he could hear the music of the geishas. “Ah, I have it!” he proclaimed.
The next evening, when his teacher asked him to illustrate the sound of one hand, Toyo began to play the music of the geishas.
“No, no,” said Mokurai. “That will never do. That is not the sound of one hand. You’ve not got it at all.”
Thinking that such music might interrupt, Toyo moved his abode to a quiet place. He meditated again. “What can the sound of one hand be?” He happened to hear some water dripping. “I have it,” imagined Toyo.
When he next appeared before his teacher, Toyo imitated dripping water.
“What is that?” asked Mokurai. “That is the sound of dripping water, but not the sound of one hand. Try again.”
In vain Toyo meditated to hear the sound of one hand. He heard the sighing of the wind. But the sound was rejected.
He heard the cry of an owl. This also was refused.
The sound of one hand was not the locusts.
For more than ten times Toyo visited Mokurai with different sounds. All were wrong. For almost a year he pondered what the sound of one hand might be.
At last little Toyo entered true meditation and transcended all sounds. “I could collect no more,” he explained later, “so I reached the soundless sound.”
Toyo had realized the sound of one hand.
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- story source: Zenkai (the tunnel)
- story source: sound of one hand clapping
- picture source (top) : pintura‑zen.jpg
- Sound‑of‑One‑Hand‑Logo‑Silhou (middle)
- (bottom pottery) life‑opportunity‑meaning.jpg
- related (zendictive ) story: carrying the burden
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The most difficult phase of life is not when no one understands you; it is when you don’t understand yourself!
may your day be filled with understanding
THANK YOU ART
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Cat Forsley - February 5, 2012 at 7:32 am |
Poignant stories today. The second one is particularly profound for me. Sometimes the answer is nothing. True peace is only achieved through no-mindedness.
Peace & grace,
~Miro
Miro - February 5, 2012 at 8:58 am |
The sound of one hand clapping is very dear to me, It is rarely achieved in our house. But for that I am grateful. xx I hope you have a really good week.xx
willowdot21 - February 5, 2012 at 10:22 am |
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Four Blue Hills - February 5, 2012 at 1:46 pm |
Great pairing of stories. Thanks for the links for both. Now I need to figure out the secret to aligning with time as opposed to being run over by it or dreaming of exploiting it.
zumpoems - February 5, 2012 at 3:41 pm |
I like the story of Zenkai. The idea of “Yurushi(forgiving).”
bibuji - February 6, 2012 at 2:56 am |
Art, how could we not gain much in understanding after visiting your blog, especially with this post celebrating and instructing upon teamwork and silence, two qualities so sadly lacking in today’s societies around the world. By the way, hope you don’t have too many more episodes at work anytime soon requiring your martial arts/warrior skills! Rare is good, right?
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Menstrual Mel | melanie's blog - February 7, 2012 at 1:13 am |
I always wondered what the sound of one hand clapping meant. Now I know. I also now know that a mendicant is a beggar. I think I’d rather be a mendicant than a beggar. It just sounds so much classier.
Linda Vernon - February 7, 2012 at 12:01 pm |
“”So I could collect no more. and so I reached the soundless sound..”"
Your stories and insights so take my breath ~Art.. I could spend a morning just lost in your words and wisdom.. Gratitude and Peace x
Sue Dreamwalker - February 8, 2012 at 6:27 am |
Tama ung mga nakasaad n istorya d2 pero prng kulang ata
sherieann - June 27, 2012 at 8:11 am |