I am truly honored to have been invited to join your community. By way of introduction I am best briefly described by Phantom City in the following quote.
“(C.W.) is not a practicing Buddhist, but a sympathetic traveler, who cherishes sobriety, adores the Lotus Sutra, uses meditation, and employs mantra-powered visualization.”
C.W. Tzu is a manifestation of meditative mind who arose several months ago while I sat my daily Za Zen. Quite simply, a thought came to mind as I merged back into the sentient world; it was a simple phrase which amused me, so I wrote it down. Since that time, this "voice" has continued to catch my attention at the end of my Za Zen meditations, and the collection of these observations has grown quite lengthy. Some strike me as delightfully ridiculous, some as worthy of contemplation, others as simply curious loops in what passes for "mind".
In sharing them, my hope is to encourage dialogue that will illuminate what worth, if any, these observations might offer. I begin with the first entry which I wrote down.
"If those who know you believe you to be crazy,
you are either a person of great insight or
you are crazy. So long as you find this amusing
it really makes no difference. "
(From: The Tzayings of Tzu © by C.W. Tzu)
What if the people who know me merely believe me to be messy and in dire need of a maid?
Welcome,too.
Posted by: Byrd in LA at April 18, 2007 04:39 PMIf your cave is littered then
you are either more concerned with The Path,
or
your external world reflects your inner disarray;
in either case
a maid will be of little value.
(Unless you are still fettered by Sensual Lust).
C.W. Tzu
Posted by: C.W. Tzu at April 18, 2007 07:09 PMWow, dude - you're totally wise.
Posted by: Byrd in LA at April 18, 2007 09:13 PMHi Tzu,
I just wanted to welcome you as well. I look forward to reading your future contributions.
Namu Myoho Renge Kyo,
Ryuei
The image was bizarre, but when I saw your blog, an image of Bing Crosby in a monks robe appeared and he began to sing Souix City Tzu. This is going to be fun.
Charles
Posted by: Charles at April 19, 2007 06:52 PMI wrote this off-the-cuff and then found your site mentioned in Spirituality and Health. Enjoy.
Up until now I have led a quietly painful life. One devoted to an interior God called Self-Improvement. But now things are different. I am getting too old to wait on the false god called My Life Will Soon Be Different. In case you are interested, I am going berserk. Berserk on my own terms of course. At first my idea of berserk is to just sit here and clack away at the keys, hoping that mentation of the berserk kind will happen to inspire me.
First I need to put on my foil cap...funky chicken phrases, come in, funky chicken phrases. Episiotomy, lobotomy, you gotta me. Elevator, catch you later, dumb as a tater.
I know! I will say stupid things to people that make no sense. I am already doing that. I will say loving things to stupid people that make no sense. Now I’m getting somewhere. I will indulge in deja vu until the cows come home and feel they’ve come home before.
I will scratch itches beforehand and buy lottery tickets after the fact. Nothing makes more and more sense to me. I might as well get fat, dumb and lazy, thus living up to all of my own worst fears. I will die alone in a rented room. All they will find is a vast tub of popcorn and some industrial-strength prozac. I died happy and will be born-again in Berzerkia. Who cares? In Berzerkia no one has the genetic trait of egocentric caring. They cannot gaze into navels they do not have. No, Berzerkians breed by hopping onto passing freight cars and yelling Procreate! Every now and then they will find a supersized pod. Inside is a baby Berzerkian waiting to be born.
I’m Berzerkian and proud.
I have been dancing with medical demons the past several weeks and have only now returned to read my posts.
First, let me thank those of you who have or have not welcomed me.
Second, RE: The post by Charles on April 19...I would suggest fine-tuning your imaginator function. My blog is intended to precipitate an internal, synaptic firing which brings forth an image of Cab Calloway in a Nun's habit, scatting "Tzuit Suit Boogie".
Third, RE: Berzerkian post of April 25...I believe I served in Nam with a relative of yours.
Well lo and behold!!!! Look what the cat dragged onto Fraught With Peril. WELCOME ABOARD!
Posted by: Queen Lolo at May 6, 2007 10:39 AMQueen Lolo:
Just found this post from the 6th, and wanted to thank you for your likening me to a dead fish: (the latter being what my cat always use to drag in).
This little fishy continues to reemerge in the oceanic pulse of karmic wormholes, and I'm working my way back to you, babe.
TZU
Posted by: C.W. Tzu at May 10, 2007 07:22 PMTo Laurette May 17, 2007...
Unless you are referring to my website at cwmetcalf.com, you should know that I am but a humble visitor at the Fraught With Peril blog, and had nothing to do with the design. You may contact Mr. Metcalf at his website.
Tzuly Yours,
Tzu
For souxhdn xkqual of May 21, 2007...
Tzu Tzes:
You are here as well? It is not in any way astonishing that one, simple strand of dementia could conceive of such a purely dualistic move.
With Compassion,
Tzu
Tzu to Sales person souxhdn xkgual
of May 21, 2007 09:26 PM
Tzu has no worldly goods and has no interest in them. My bowl is empty, and the space calls out for compassion, not cash...
Good Fortune...
Tzu
Posted by: C.W. Tzu at May 24, 2007 03:52 PM