Guifeng Zongmi (圭峰 宗密) (Wade-Giles: Kuei-feng Tsung-mi; Japanese: Keihō Shūmitsu) (780–841) was a Tang dynasty Buddhist scholar-monk, installed as fifth patriarch of the Huayan (Chinese: 華嚴; pinyin: Huáyán; Japanese: Kegon; Sanskrit: Avatamsaka) school as well as a patriarch of the Heze (WG: Ho-tse) lineage of Southern Chan.
Zongmi was deeply affected by both Chan and Huayan. He wrote a number of works on the contemporary situation of Buddhism in Tang China, including critical analyses of Chan and Huayan, as well as numerous scriptural exegeses.
Zongmi was deeply interested in both the practical and doctrinal aspects of Buddhism. He was especially concerned about harmonizing the views of those that tended toward exclusivity in either direction. He provided doctrinal classifications of the Buddhist teachings, accounting for the apparent disparities in the Buddhist doctrines by categorizing them according to their specific aims.
Zongmi was born in 780 into the powerful and influential Ho family in Hsi-ch’ung County of present-day central Szechwan. In his early years, he studied the Confucian classics, hoping to for a career in the provincial government. When he was seventeen or eighteen, Zongmi lost his father and took up Buddhist studies. In an 811 letter to a friend, he wrote that for three years he
Tie one on and on
Lines are drawn
Oh the road is long but I been gone
Even longer
Poison's only
Getting stronger
And it's lonely in the time of the monsters
Oh the night is coming down
The road just winds around
One night in town that's all we need
Take a bow, get on your knees
We tore down the world
Called it a war
A blood-sport for short
Call it what you will
But just lay still as the sound of the first assault cradles you to sleep
Sleep of the dammed, god damn it man
We play for keeps
Now is the time snake em till they die
Snarling then collision ever so proficient
Catering and tripping through the fires of attrition
Choke on, your last words
Broke down, in the dirt
Nobody move
Still everyone gets hurt
Well well well it seems I've struck a nerve
The dark horse rides again into oblivion
I'd rather meet the end dripping in sin
Smile on my face, bottle in hand
Staggering into the Promised Land
Come join me now....
We've fallen fast asleep at the wheel
Hell is hot on our heels
Damn
I'm not an animal
But you gone and forced my hand, to seek revenge
The best I can do, dull the pain for you
A poor man's saving grace, a bottle and a pill to chase
The sunset like John Wayne