#dtsuzuki

[kshogaki]

. 鈴木大拙展 Life=Zen=Art 禅テーマながらジョン・ケージ、ヨーゼフ・ボイス、ナムジュン・パイク、熊楠、柳、棟方らとの繋がりが面白かった。 ワタリウム美術館の疲れない規模感も好きなところ。 茶の湯の陶磁器 景色を愛でる 毎年年始の展示に行くことが多い三井記念美術館。 リニューアル展示かつ茶の湯の陶磁器に焦点を当てただけあって、あまり見たことがなかったものも多く見応えあり。 光悦好きとしては何度も見ている「雨雲」も嬉しく、見る度に新たな気付きが。ノンコウの「鵺」もやはり良かったし、茶入のバリエーションも楽しめました。 織部の十文字は実物を見るのは実は初めてだったような。 #鈴木大拙展 #鈴木大拙 #dtsuzuki #ワタリウム美術館 #禅 #zen #茶の湯の陶磁器景色を愛でる #三井記念美術館 #茶の湯 https://www.instagram.com/p/ChMzLJ_vehc/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[japandreamscapes]

Read, share, and comment on a recent article published on the Luminous Landscape! Link: https://bit.ly/3hnklMm #Japan #visitjapan #visitjapanjp #camping #snowmonkeys #zen #beginnersmindset #dtsuzuki #photography #travel #travelphotography #日本 #キャンプ #ニホンザル #坐禅 #写真好きな人と繋がりたい #写真 #旅行 #旅

[mikeschreiber]

"When traveling is made too easy and comfortable, its spiritual meaning is lost. This may be called sentimentalism, but a certain sense of loneliness engendered by traveling leads one to reflect upon the meaning of life, for life is after all a travelling from one unknown to another unknown." #DTSuzuki #quote #riseandshine #zen #wordstoliveby #aspire2inspire https://www.instagram.com/p/B8JcubkpJtF/?igshid=17zdjsdl4hyvb

[fierrophotography]

D.T.Suzuki museum in Kanazawa. Suzuki wrote the first book of Zen in English language to make its philosophy well known in the western world. This modern temple-like building was designed to reflect the teachings of Zen, which helped me to chill & calm my busy touristy mind 🧘🏻‍♀️ . . . #fbf #zen #dtsuzuki #quiettime #鈴木大拙館 #kanazawa #japantrip #traveljapan #architecture #japanesearchitecture #yoshiotaniguchi #shotoniphone (at 鈴木大拙館) https://www.instagram.com/p/B45OLzQhnG_/?igshid=9rutf6o8f87b

[instacam]

Serene & Meditative Moment at the D. T. Suzuki Museum in Kanazawa, Japan #dtsuzuki #zen #zenbuddhism #kanazawa #ishikawa #japan #kanazawamuseum #visitkanazawa #visitjapan #myfantastictriptojapan #LUCKY #theskyisblue #iphoneography #iphonephoto #iphonephotography #iphonex #nodslr #takeamomenttomeditateeveryday #icetnunc #seizetheday (à D. T. Suzuki Museum) https://www.instagram.com/p/BxOMAVED0l9/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=wvkicyemg4fq

[soulawakeningblog]

Modern life seems to recede further and further away from nature, and closely connected with this fact we seem to be losing the feeling of reverence towards nature. It is probably inevitable when science and machinery, capitalism and materialism go hand in hand so far in a most remarkably successful manner. Mysticism, which is the life of religion in whatever sense we understand it, has come to be relegated altogether in the background. Without a certain amount of mysticism there is no appreciation for the feeling of reverence, and, along with it, for the spiritual significance of humility. Science and scientific technique have done a great deal for humanity; but as far as our spiritual welfare is concerned we have not made any advances over that attained by our forefathers. In fact we are suffering at present the worst kind of unrest all over the world.

D.T. Suzuki, The Training of the Zen Buddhist Monk

[iamnotthedog]

ARCATA: AUGUST 21-SEPTEMBER 1, 2001

So we had our own little family over there—five of us sleeping in three tiny bedrooms—and despite the fact that we were all doing very different things with our lives and were all in very different states of mental health, we had it worked out. We cooked and cleaned and listened to music and drank and smoked weed just like we were back in Yosemite. And people came and went just like we were in Yosemite. We constantly had a person on the couch or floor. A guy named Jesse who I really liked was there, in fact, for our first couple weeks in the place.

Jesse was a tall and slim twenty-something from Georgia with tight blonde curls and a thick Southern accent, and he was a total hipster before being a hipster was a thing. I mean, he didn’t have an outrageously exaggerated sense of self-importance, and he wasn’t spiritually and emotionally hollow and dishonest, and he didn’t subscribe to an almost authoritarian hive mind that told him what music and movies to like and how to act in certain social situations—he just had the whole hipster look down. He wore unbelievably tight jeans and a leather belt with a big bison skull on the buckle. He also wore beat-up leather wingtips with no socks, and a tight white t-shirt with the sleeves cut off at the shoulder. He wore the same goddamned t-shirt every day. It had two cowboys on it with a lasso flying over their heads, and inside the lasso it said, “Cowboy butts drive me nuts.”

Jesse ended up getting on Brie’s nerves because he never showered or changed his clothes and he smelled like an armpit most of the time. But he never bothered me. He was a really smart guy—smart enough that his stench actually seemed oddly appealing. I mean, I actually thought he was so intelligent at times that I would catch myself thinking things like, “Well, if Jesse thinks avoiding the shower is the right thing to do, it probably is.” After a couple of weeks, I found myself acting more like him, reverting into myself a bit more. I became quieter, more contemplative, and I was smoking more weed than I had ever smoked in my life. Several unshared joints a day, along with bong hits, bowls, bubbler rips, and the occasional one hitter.

All that tetrahydrocannabinol was really doing a number on my head, but when you’re living the life of a silent and unemployed couch monk, there really isn’t much of a way for anyone to tell that you’re losing your mind, so it’s pretty easy to keep at it for as long as you’d like. And as insane as I felt at times, I didn’t mind it as long as it kept my mind off of the fact that I was settling into a life I had once sworn to avoid.

Feeling crazy was better than feeling claustrophobic. Or bored.

Jesse and I started trading books. He was always reading something good—he gave me my first copies of Joseph Conrad’s Heart of Darkness and Albert Camus’ The Myth of Sisyphus—and I was honored to turn him on to Buddhism, giving him a few of Suzuki’s works along with Zen Flesh, Zen Bones and my copy of Awakening the Buddha Within. Jesse took to Buddhism like a candle to a flame, and after he brought a stray puppy into the apartment he named it Bodhi, per my suggestion.1

Beyond all the book sharing, weed smoking, and puppy naming, though, Jesse and I also had similar tastes in music, which was nice. He would sit there reading and smoking weed, completely silent for hours, but then he’d pipe up to agree with me when I’d tell Steve that we’d all heard enough electronic music for one day.2 Jesse had these albums he had picked up while driving through Chicago that were outstanding—a bunch of great old punk and garage rock, along with this really intricate, layered instrumental stuff from a post-rock band called Tortoise, and drummer John McEntire’s other project, The Sea and Cake. Those were both bands that Steve, Jesse, and I could all agree on. The music reminded me of winters in the Midwest and of hanging out with Jim, and I loved it for that. In Jesse I thought I had found a surrogate brother, but right around the time I began to feel that way he started talking about leaving.

We had been sitting in the living room for almost six straight hours one rainy day—Jesse on the couch, me on the floor—listening to records and reading. Steve and Tim had been coming and going from their classes at Humboldt State all day, Chloe was at work, and I’m not sure where Brie was, but she was gone for hours. So Jesse and I were just hanging out. At one point, he took Bodhi outside for a pee, and then he came in, sat down, and just said, straight out, “I think I’m ready to split.”

I was immediately jealous, but I didn’t let on how badly I wanted to go with him. I just looked up from my Heart of Darkness and said, “It’s about that time, huh?”

“I got the itch,” he said. Then, right then and there, he gathered his few albums and his books and his puppy, got into his rusty Bonneville, and rumbled off into the rainy California afternoon.

I’ll be damned if I didn’t almost get in that car with him. I was THIS close, I’m telling you. And really, looking back on the whole thing, I think that’s when my little anxieties about fighting the urge to run and settling down started to really take over.

Knowing that I had to find a job or risk becoming the house’s next subject of scorn, I began spending mornings walking around Arcata with Chloe, handing out my resume and filling out stupid little one-page applications at independently-owned mom and pop stores and restaurants run by hippies.3 I finally got a pretty good job working the register and stocking beer at the North Coast Co-op, of all places, right around the same time that Chloe got a great job at a local coffee shop. She’d go there early in the morning, pet the cat, light a fire in the fireplace, make some coffee, and talk to customers all day. I was a bit jealous, as she got to work alone much of the time. My job wasn’t as laid back, and the fact that the Co-op was a strange sort of social scene was really weird to me.

Nevertheless, it was a job. I’d go there early in the morning, before dawn—walking by the field of frogs and up this road called Bayview that basically went right through the woods. I’d smoke a bowl on my walk and get to the store before any customers were even out of bed. Then I’d drink coffee and either work the register or stock the beer all day, and I’d get home in the evening and everyone would be there.

It was an easy enough life, but the anxiety that swelled up like a big wave of stink the day Jesse took off had crashed all over me following his departure. I was no longer used to the regular, everyday life that the majority of the people in the United States of America led—the life of running on the clock and following the seasons. The life of form. And I couldn’t get used to it. I was constantly either working or drinking booze or smoking weed to try to cope, but then I was also always being forced into social situations. I mean, Chloe was still great, and Steve and Brie and Tim were all really nice people and everything, I was just starting to have a really hard time doing even the simplest of things without having a mental breakdown. And even when we went up to the beach in Trinidad or on a hike in the redwoods, it was like a goddamned party. I felt like I couldn’t get away from it all, and even when I did—hiking out to the ocean on my day off, or simply sitting in the Arcata Marsh and looking at birds in the evenings—I’d end up smoking more weed just to get my mind to settle down.

 Bodhi is both a Pāli and Sanskrit word traditionally translated into English with the word “enlightenment” but which means awakened. What Jesse actually meant to name his puppy, however, was a shortened form of the word Bodhisattva. The term was used by the Buddha in the Pāli canon to refer to himself both in his previous lives and as a young man in his current life prior to his enlightenment. The term therefore connotes a being who is “bound for enlightenment”—a person who is still subject to birth, illness, death, sorrow, defilement and delusion, but whose aim is to eventually become fully enlightened. ↩︎

 Steve was pretty much in training to be a DJ the whole time I was his roommate. He loved all the house music that was popularized in Chicago in the mid-1980s, and the weirder electronic music that had been around since the ‘70s and was evolving into something really new and different at the time. He was actually single-handedly responsible for making me realize that there were some really interesting things going on in the electronic music world—not just the generic crap I was used to hearing and making fun of on a regular basis. Steve turned me onto bands like Kraftwerk and Sparks and Daft Punk, and late ‘90s underground hip hop—so much hip hop—groups I would have never even given the time of day before. ↩︎

 One of the reasons why there are so many independently owned businesses in Arcata is because in June of 2002, the city government enacted an ordinance which limits the number of formula restaurants in the city to no more than nine at one time. (A formula restaurant is a chain with 12 or more establishments). The city already had nine formula restaurants at the time of the ordinance, so the message they were sending out was basically, “Hey, corporate America. Get bent.” That’s still one of my favorite things to tell people about Arcata to this day—it’s a model that more cities should adopt as the largest corporations continue their plight to monopolize the country. It just makes sense. ↩︎

[miracaliandra]

D.T. Suzuki Museum is a museum to honour the life and works of Suzuki Daisetz Teitaro (1870-1966), a prominent Buddhist philosopher. It exhibits his writing thus the visitor can learn more about his life and philosophy. The architecture of the museum, Taniguchi Yoshio, interprets D.T. Suzuki's life and religious scholarship through the use of clean, simple lines and open spaces which causes visitors to pause and reflect. (Source: www.japan-guide.com) . Yap, this place definitely allows me to contemplate and it provides Zen feeling which reinforced by the pouring drizzle at that moment. I really like this small museum because it combines philosophy, history, architecture, nature, and peacefulness ☺️☺️🍂🍂 . Kanazawa, 19 November 2017. . #dtsuzuki #dtsuzukimuseum #architecture #zen #zenphilosophy #eastmeetswest #travel #kanazawa #autumn #japan #japantrip #autumninjapan #taniguchiyoshio (at 鈴木大拙館)

[tomjohnsonphoto]

鈴木大拙館 (D.T. Suzuki Museum), Kanazawa

[unfoldingnarratives]

Life is after all a travelling from one unknown to another unknown #dtsuzuki #Kanazawa #zen #museum #japan #architecture #water #empty #form #formless

[3pieceonline]

Today’s #book selection #dtsuzuki #3pieceurbanartisan

[meditation-practices]

"Mini Mindfulness Break for March 12, 2019" . Father Eli . It is important to note that after World War II, Father Eli spent thirteen years in Japan under the guidance of the great Zen teacher, Daisetz Teitaro Suzuki within the 1200 year old Zen temple at Kyoto Kamakura. After four years of study, he was honored as one of the first Americans to be granted the title of Zen Master. What he taught in the retreat was and Americanized version of his Zen training which he combined with his Native American and Scottish traditions. . Jerome Freedman, Mindfulness Breaks: Your Path to Awakening . Read more at www.mindfulnessbreaks.com/blog/. . See more: follow the link in the bio. . #mindfulness #mindfulnessbreaks #minimindfulnessbreak #minimindfulnessbreaks #meditation #mindfulmeditation #thepresent #peace #quotes #mindfulnessmatters #dailymeditation #thichnhathanh #thay #plumvillage #fathereli #vietnam #tuhieu #zen #awakening #FatherEli #JeromeFreedman #MindfulnessBreaks:YourPathtoAwakening #dtsuzuki #Suzuki .#kyotojapan #kyoto #kamakura https://www.instagram.com/p/Bu6XGKcHLzW/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1c1pt6325tgtp

[miracaliandra]

La Tahzan/ Don't be sad/ Jangan bersedih. Frase ini adalah frase yang paling menggambarkan tahun 2017 bagi saya. Enam (6) bulan pertama tahun 2017 adalah masa-masa yang berat. Emosi negatif lebih banyak mengisi hari-hari saya pada saat itu, seperti sedih, muram, kesal, tidak bersemangat, berkurangnya kepercayaan diri, merasa kesepian, dan kadang merasa putus asa. Dinamika pekerjaan dan kehidupan personal seolah sepakat untuk menguji saya secara bersamaan. Tak pernah terpikirkan oleh saya akan mengalami kesehatan mental yang buruk selama itu. Tidak disangka juga oleh orang lain karena saya terlihat normal dan baik-baik saja. Namun, saya sangat bersyukur karena bisa pulih kembali perlahan-lahan berkat keluarga dan teman-teman yang mendukung saya, doa orang tua yang tak pernah putus, dan terutama ada Allah yang tak pernah melupakan umat-Nya. Saya yakin Allah tak melupakan saya karena Allah memberikan kejadian, kesempatan, dan kejutan yang membuat saya bersemangat untuk tidak terpuruk dalam kesedihan. Allah mendekatkan dan mempertemukan saya dengan orang-orang baik. Allah juga membuktikan bahwa semua ada waktunya. Enam bulan terakhir tahun 2017, perlahan demi perlahan saya mulai bangkit dan belajar untuk lebih menghargai dan mencintai diri sendiri ☺️ . Tahun 2017 adalah tahun yang memberikan bittersweet memories, tapi juga memberikan pelajaran penting untuk saya: bahwa Allah tak pernah melupakan umat-Nya karena Ia telah membuat rencana terbaik, dan bahwa Allah akan memberikan kejutan indah setelah kegelapan. Layaknya ruang di foto ini, arsiteknya membuat ruangan ini gelap kemudian mengejutkan pengunjung dengan pohon-pohon musim gugur yang keindahannya menjadi berlipat ganda dari kegelapan. 🍁 . Lantas apa doa dan target saya di 2018? Urutan no.1 adalah 'Secara konsisten tidak melupakan Allah.' 🙏 . Foto ini diambil di Contemplative Space in D.T. Suzuki Museum, Kanazawa, pada tanggal 19 November 2017 oleh kakak saya @memashita . . #yearendreflection #lifelessonslearned #youngadultcrisis #allahneverforgetyou #latahzan #dontbesad #janganbersedih #loveyourself #mentalhealth #contemplativespace #dtsuzuki #museum #kanazawa #japan #japantrip #autumn #autumninjapan #travel (at 鈴木大拙館)

[3pieceonline]

Todays #book selection #dtsuzuki #3pieceurbanartisan http://bit.ly/2UZFqoU