Zen Sickness and Its Cure
Driving his meditation too hard, a young monk wrecked his body until no doctor could help. What went wrong between mind and body, and how lying still and breathing could put it right, is the book's account.
Hakuin calls the illness Zen sickness: the mind's fire rises, the head burns while the feet freeze, and needles, moxa and medicine do nothing. The hermit Hakuyū traces it to vital energy driven upward by straining at insight. The cure sends it back down: lie with legs stretched out, fill the lower belly and the soles with breath, and picture soft butter on the crown melting through the whole body. Guarding life, he says, is like guarding a country: a wise ruler keeps his mind among the people below.
- healing
- qi
- traditional medicine
- health
- breathing
- mind-body
- mind-body relations
- qi cultivation
- inner alchemy
- visualization
- longevity
- illness
Enter a dialogue
- The hermit Hakuyū had you picture soft butter on the crown of your head, melting down to your soles. Why would an image heal?
- Someone works so hard at a task that their head burns and they cannot sleep. What did your Zen sickness teach you about their mistake?
- Guarding one's health, you write, is like guarding a country: a wise ruler keeps his mind down among the people. What is the body's people?
- Needles, moxa and medicine failed you, and breathing into the lower belly worked. Is that a Zen teaching, or folk medicine with a monk's name on it?