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HENG CH’AU: May 8, 1977. Pouring rain. We are instructed to bow inside surrounded by the Sangha who recite the Great Compassion Mantra, as they did all day yesterday while we bowed on the road. “Don’t force it, that’s not proper Dharma. It’s dangerous today. Cars might hit you; they can’t see well. When rain stops continue where the equivalent of what you bowed yesterday would be.”
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State while bowing: I understand deeply all the countless beings within Shih Fu being crossed over. Be a container to carry living beings, to repent, to take on suffering for living beings, because you can. You can because countless others have for you. Filial piety. We are all one; keep the string connected. Give ceaselessly. Both days while bowing I was on the verge of tears throughout. Inconceivable.
Advice: Don’t fight with anyone. Yield!!! Use your wisdom, your kindness, compassion, joy, and giving.
Hard work, patience, be straight (sincere). No desire. Be humble, not arrogant like an emperor. Forget about states. Chase any demons, and transfer merit constantly. Don’t float off into samadhi. You’re the Dharma Protector. But don’t be moved. Accord with conditions and don’t change; don’t change and accord with conditions. Forget yourself; no self means no mistakes which in turn means no retribution. Then you are in a position to be of some help.