#3615 - Wednesday, August 5, 2009 - Editor: Gloria Lee
- #3615 - Wednesday, August 5, 2009 - Editor: Gloria Lee
Truth isn't something we find in relative words or concepts,
simply because these are all arising in present experienc-
ing, in pure seeing.
Truth isn't something we conceptualize, something we
put together, something we make up or imagine.
Truth is a recognition or revelation of something that
is, something true, something real.
It is simply noticed. Discovered. Seen. It is simply recognized.
Revealed to be already there, already true, already real.
Truth is wordless, pathless, objectless. Truth is the fact of
The knowing that You are.
- Randall Friendposted to Along The Way
I keep weeping for you, my soul,
good sir, gently trying to let you
see the nature of what you love.
Not even the shadow
of an iron anchor
will last from here.
Remember the truth
that you are.
14th Century North Indian mysticFrom "Naked Song"
Versions by Coleman Barksposted to Along The Way
MY ENLIGHTENMENT DEPENDS ON YOU"Often we see other sentient beings as hassles: "This mosquito is
disturbing me. Those politicians are corrupt. Why can't my
colleagues do their work correctly?" and so on. But when we see
sentient beings as being more precious than a wish-fulfilling jewel,
our perspective completely changes. For example, when we look at a
fly buzzing around, we train ourselves to think, "My enlightenment
depends on that fly." This isn't fanciful thinking because, in fact,
our enlightenment does depend on that fly. If that fly isn't included
in our bodhicitta, then we don't have bodhicitta, and we won't
receive the wonderful results of generating bodhicitta--the
tremendous purification and creation of positive potential.Imagine training your mind so that when you look at every single
living being, you think, "My enlightenment depends on that being.
The drunk who just got on the bus--my enlightenment depends on
him. The soldier in Iraq--my enlightenment depends on him. My
brothers and sisters, the teller at the bank, the janitor at my
workplace, the president of the United States, the suicide bombers
in the Middle East, the slug in my garden, my eighth-grade
boyfriend, the babysitter when I was a kid--my enlightenment
depends on each of them." All sentient beings are actually that
precious to us."
Thubten Chodronfrom 'Cultivating a Compassionate Heart: The Yoga Method of Chenrezig'
posted to Daily Dharma
Break the SpellRealitys Worth ItSometimes people feel that recognizing the truth of suffering
conditions a pessimistic outlook on life, that somehow it is
life-denying. Actually, it is quite the reverse. By denying what is
true, for example, the truth of impermanence, we live in a world of
illusion and enchantment. Then when circumstances change in ways
we dont like, we feel disappointed, angry, or bitter. The Buddha
expressed the liberating power of seeing the unreliability of
conditions: All that is subject to arising is subject to cessation.
Becoming disenchanted one becomes dispassionate. Through
dispassion the mind is liberated.Its telling that in English disenchanted, disillusioned, and
dispassionate often have a negative connotation. But looking more
closely at their meaning reveals their connection to freedom.
Becoming disenchanted means breaking the spell of enchantment,
waking up into a greater and fuller reality. This is the happy ending
of so many great myths and fairy tales. Being disillusioned is not the
same as being disappointed or discouraged. It is a reconnection with
what is true, free of illusion. And dispassionate does not mean
indifference or lack of vital energy for living. Rather, it is the mind
of great openness and equanimity, free of grasping. Joseph Goldstein, from One Dharma (HarperSanFrancisco)
Love means to learn to look at yourself
The way one looks at distant things
For you are only one thing among many.
And whoever sees that way heals his heart,
Without knowing it, from various ills.
A bird and a tree say to him: Friend.
Then he wants to use himself and things
So that they stand in the glow of ripeness.
It doesn't matter whether he knows what he serves:
Who serves best doesn't always understand.~ Czeslaw Milosz ~(New & Collected Poems 1931-2001)Web version: www.panhala.net/Archive/Love.html