Wet Zen, Dry Zen, Sun Zen, Moon Zen

June 16, 2025 Meditation No Comments

There isn’t just one Zen. There isn’t even a Zen.

There is this moment, in whatever form it shows up — and your willingness to let it be exactly that.

Sometimes Zen is a tear.
Sometimes a silence so complete you forget you exist.
Sometimes it glows like sunlight through your chest.
Sometimes it feels like moonlight resting on water.

None of these are steps.
None are better or worse.
They are faces of the same openness,
moving through you, without demand.

Wet Zen

This is the Zen of tears —
Sesshin tears, Zen tears, no-cause tears.
Not sadness. Not emotion.
Something deeper — a resonance that becomes liquid.

They come when the grasping self dissolves — not in despair, but in release.
They come like spring water, unannounced.
They don’t ask permission.
They don’t ask why.

You weep not because something is wrong,
but because something is no longer in the way.

“These are the tears of no separation.”

Dry Zen

This is the Zen of nothing happening.
No tears, no warmth, no coolness.
Just presence, as dry as stone.
And yet… perfectly whole.

No waves, no resistance,
but also no reward.
You sit, and that’s it.
Not peaceful — real.

This Zen doesn’t touch you.
It leaves you transparent.

“Not the absence of feeling, but the absence of needing to feel.”

Sun Zen

Here, Zen shines.
Not brightly — but simply.
Everything is clear, open, alive.
You laugh. Not because it’s funny — but because it is.

Sun Zen is effortless.
You don’t manage your thoughts.
They pass through like light through leaves.
You don’t try to love.
You are Compassion.

“Nothing forced. Everything alive.”

Moon Zen