Zen Approach – PRIVATE RUNNERS STREET FAMILY

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This took the words out my mouth and gave me clarity that I am not alone when it comes to feeling and experiencing this.

Had to post this again because it’s some real shit.

And the part where he talks about the less importance of materialism

Is exactly how I feel bout the car culture world. I love it and respect it, but my view is different now from what others have. I am not on a quest to have a real life Gran Turismo garage, nor do I have goals to build a perfect motor & car. Because after that, then what? How many times are you going to tear down a car? How many times you going to build motor?

“It’s a thing you use rather than something you worship” That’s one of the reasons why I turned my car into a Running Temple.

Remember PVT Running? The whole point is to run, you can be in any vehicle and in any environment. Just run. When people ask what is Zen, the monks say “when hungry eat, when tired sleep.” You might be thinking “wtf? We all do that!” Oh no you don’t. When you’re hungry you think of all sort of things, and when you sleep you have all sorts of dreams.

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Planet Earth Are you there? Are you listening? Are you prepared? I see mother-ship connection Deeper into spiritual realms in a dimension Leavin’ some battalion, descending from Orion Travel ’til gone, hear the bust then go To the next level brought by bass and treble dig with your shovel Like a fossil find me subterranean, hard like a pebble In a microscope we still dope, coat me with your resin Analyze, surprise! secret weapon’s always hidden I’m fittin’ to decompress, yes Ride to the surface, think your best is good I’m blowin’ heat up off my chest Don’t need no bulletproof vest, drop the tec I’m selectin’ my infinite power claim and reign through intellect Fly on a jumbo jet to Tibet, meet my queen in Benin All about liftin’ dreams in a tropical scene Do my pimp walk leanin’ to the side The sky is so wide, I’m feelin’ alright, let it ride , yo [Chorus] Yo we travel through radio waves, roll and misbehave We won’t stop until we get done Jah let me bless One Sit and meditate, let visions formulate Like the Nazarite Samson Jah let me bless One We pray and generate power while cowards get devoured You bakin’ deep in my dark sun Jah let me bless One One, One, Jah Jah let me bless One, One, One, One Dicin’ ice is the nicest Type or size of the Nikes Sights like, samurai souls Man what the price of your life is I rock for father lifers Cat’s wit gats, deadly snipers Little children ridin’ they bicycles Guerrilla fightas to the rhyme writers Graff writers and macro sighters Cat’s holdin’ skunk deep off in the blunt with gingivitis Ignite yo lighter we takin’ you higher, fire yo flame We won’t retire no Higher then I’d be a liar We walk a live wire baggy atire Passin’ out flyers tryin’ to get you to come to the gig , just to admire The rhyme recital it’s vital, ill-percussion is bustin’ K-G up on the AHH, 1-2, get busy cousin with the While we buggin’ and zonin’ until Six in the mornin’ we will Rock and shock elevate non-stop, yo [Chorus] Interplanetary vocabulary, peep hypothetical Notions in an ocean, I’m coastin’ on every decibel Amp though, stay low, beneath your radar sensory Prepositional phrases can jump me to infinity I spin eternally, non-physically, invisibly True reality is one that naked eye cannot see In this galaxy I’m Pluto, tiny but I’m rudo Flippin’ you up on your back, I attack like Judo Break it down to the atom my long division is Vision of precision of my triple fly blast a decision that The Lord Maketh, taketh away and sew the will So I chill, crack my seventh seal, thankin’ you for real ‘Cause you feel We With purpose Shinin’ in a light We proceed to ignite the mic to shine bright, yo [Chorus]

Buddha Tuned

And Buddha Driven

Buddha wasn’t a Buddhist.

Blessing It

How many people do you know blesses their parts?This is what’s written on it. Therefore whenever I start up the car I’m purifying my karma. Thee, who hears it, is also purified and blessed. Om Benza Sato Hung!

Live like you don’t exist. Bless the streets! 📿🙏📿

Running Temple

This past weekend

I’ve witnessed divine Grace. Not for me, but for another Runner. This godly out of this world experience brought tears of happiness to my eyes. With that being said I want to see everyone like this. I know not all can have this experience, but know that it’s in all of us. You’re best friend, your family members, enemies, and foes can experience this. It will be a step closer to… Well, whatever spiritual experience you want to believe. But whatever you call that experience, it is an AWAKENING. We’ve all been asleep for too long. Let’s all wake up. Peace.

From Loop 1 to Mt. Hiei

That’s how I have been feeling lately. I went from a life style of a “kanjozoku” with an addiction for speed, turns and law breaking highway driving

To a practicing monk of the Enryaku-ji temple on Mt. Hiei.

I can’t say I am completely changed but from what I have experienced, I wonder if I’ve had some type of preliminary satori (or at least I hope). It was like any other feeling you get when you experience something new, except about a foot off the ground… And I will add this, the moment I experienced that feeling, it went out the door within seconds. There’s a saying that the student who has obtained satori can still go to hell as straight and as fast as an arrow. Because anybody who has a spiritual experience; if you try to make it a living thing, it’s like catching a handful of water, the harder you clutch, the faster it squirts through your fingers. There’s nothing to get hold of, because you don’t NEED to get hold of anything. You had it from the beginning.

I am a student, and I will always be one. High understanding comes from not understanding at all. You know it best when you say “I don’t know it.” When it comes to Eastern views of a monk, they are referred to as a student because they’re more like a student in a theological seminary. They may stay much longer than the usual three years; they may stay thirty years or so, but it’s always possible for them to leave with dignity, to graduate, go into lay life, or get married and have a family. And that’s the beauty of it, I can leave my temple at any time to enjoy outside regular life. But as of lately I have been taking care of my family and focusing on spiritual awakening. For that, to raise my child right, I have to be righteous, I have to be good, I have to be what I want my child to be. Spiritual awakening is not a religion, it is just simply AWAKENING. It is the art of understanding this universe. My only “religion” is turning anxiety into laughter.

At the end of last year I Resurrected my temple (remember the body is a temple). I walked into the 36 Chambers and looked at my car, where it’s been locked up for quite some time now… I started having these crazy thoughts of what to do with it next, but then I remember an old Zen phrase “don’t draw legs on a snake” because it moves just fine without them. Keep it simple.

I got into my car and I felt like… Well, like this:

Talk about art imitating life (more like based on real life events). I laughed so hard when I saw this scene, because it’s like a prediction of the future lol

You see, all of these stories resemble jokes in this sense, or at least in my point of view, whether it’s my stories or Zen stories, etc. When you get the point of a joke, you laugh spontaneously. But if the point has to be explained to you, you don’t laugh so well; you force a laugh. There is some kind of sudden impact between the punchline and the laugh, and so in exactly the same way with these stories, there is expected to be something else than laughter, which is sudden insight into the nature of being. Don’t take life seriously. Life will come to an end eventually. But we don’t listen to a song to hear the end. We listen to enjoy the experience.

– Run The Monk

My temple

has been resurrected.

That sound.

Based on a true story… Many years ago…

A man is driving down the road and his car breaks down near a monastery. He goes to the monastery, knocks on the door, and says, “My car broke down. Do you think I could stay the night?” The monks graciously accept him, feed him dinner, tow his car to the monastery and even fix it.

As the man tries to fall asleep, he hears a strange sound. A sound unlike anything he’s ever heard before. The sound is very peaceful and healing. He doesn’t sleep that night. Instead he stays up studying the sound. Measuring the rhythm… It’s almost as if he can measure the hertz as well…

The next morning, he asks the monks what the sound was, but they say, “We can’t tell you. You’re not a monk.” His car gets fixed and the man leaves. Years later, after never being able to forget that sound, the man goes back to the monastery and asks for the answer again. The monks reply, “We can’t tell you. You’re not a monk.” The man says, “If the only way I can find out what is making that beautiful sound is to become a monk, then please, make me a monk.” The monks reply, “You must travel the earth and tell us how many blades of grass there are and the exact number of grains of sand. When you find these answers, you will have become a monk.” The man sets about his task.

After years of searching, it is now present day. He returns and knocks on the door of the monastery. A monk answers. He is taken before a gathering of all the monks. “In my quest to find what makes that beautiful sound, I traveled the earth and have found what you asked for: By design, the world is in a state of perpetual change. Only the Universe knows what you ask. All a man can know is himself, and only then if he is honest and reflective and willing to strip away self deception.” The monks reply, “Congratulations. You have become a monk. We shall now show you the way to the mystery of the sacred sound.”

The monks lead the man to a wooden door, where the head monk says, “The sound is beyond that door.” The monks give him the key, and he opens the door. Behind the wooden door is another door made of stone. The man is given the key to the stone door and he opens it, only to find a door made of ruby. And so it went that he needed keys to doors of emerald, pearl and diamond. Finally, they come to a door made of solid gold. The sound has become very clear and definite. The monks say, “This is the last key to the last door.” His life’s wish is behind that door. With trembling hands, he unlocks the door, turns the knob, and slowly pushes the door open. Finally he is utterly amazed to discover the source of that peaceful sound… But, of course, I can’t tell you what it is because you’re not a monk.

Don’t object to it

“In the popular Buddhism of Tibet and China and Japan, people worship the great bodhisattvas—as saviors.”

“People loved Guanyin because she/he—could be a buddha, but has come back into the world to save all beings. The Japanese call he/she Kannon, and they have, in Kyoto, an image of Kannon with one thousand arms, radiating like a great aureole all around this great golden figure.”

“These one thousand arms are one thousand different ways of rescuing beings from ignorance.”

“I remember one night when I suddenly realized that Kannon was incarnate in the whole city of Kyoto; that this whole city was Kannon.”

“That the police department, the taxi drivers, the fire department, the mayor and corporation, the shopkeepers—in so far as this whole city was a collaborate effort to sustain human life, however bumbling, however inefficient, however corrupt—it was still a manifestation of Kannon with its thousand arms, all working independently, and yet one.”

“You don’t have to go anywhere to find nirvāṇa. Nirvāṇa is where you are, provided you don’t object to it.”

The Difference

The Buddha’s of Bamiyan. They were made somewhere between the 4-5th centuries.

In 2001 they were destroyed by the Taliban with heavy artillery and dynamite.

“This work of destruction is not as simple as people might think. You can’t knock down the statues by shelling as both are carved into a cliff; they are firmly attached to the mountain… Muslims should be proud of smashing idols. It has given praise to Allah that we have destroyed them. We are destroying the statues in accordance with Islamic law and it is purely a religious issue.”

That has to be the silliest shit I ever heard. “I’m going to destroy it! Why? Because I don’t like it!” It sounds like an angry child talking.

There is a difference between a living Buddha and a stone Buddha. If you go up to a stone Buddha and you hit it hard on the head, nothing happens. You break your fist. But if you hit a living Buddha, he/she may say ouch. Buddhas are human, they are not devas, they are not gods. They are enlightened men and women.

So what did they destroy? Nothing. Silly terrorist.