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Who colours the colours? What shapes the shapes? Is it my hand that draws? Though I seem to hold it Did I pick this brush? Who is it that paints? Show yourself, ghost! You have much to answer for.

Mind stopping

In an ancient Buddhist monastery in china, there was to be a competition to decide who follows in the master’s footsteps. Each monk that wished to come forward was to write a poem showing his understanding of Zen. The most advanced student, whom everyone expected to win, wrote the following: The body is the Bodhi […]