Even when conditions are good
they are never good enough
until I realize emptiness directly
I am never satisfied, never giving up
renunciate
Even when conditions are good
they are never good enough
until I realize emptiness directly
I am never satisfied, never giving up
If I search wisely
I find all living beings
only to be kind
If I wish to cease
finding fault with all beings
I must fix my mind
I cannot lay blame
with any other being
I must purify
If you put your hand in fire
And you feel the burn of flame
Although the pain is karma
You must pull your hand away
When others appear to hurt us
We do so much the same
Although appearance cannot harm us
We still turn and walk away
Now I love and cherish others
To purify these seeds of pain
I will practice taking and giving
And pray and all beings do the same
It is said
they tasted the earth
and found it sweet
and that was the birth
of attachment to the food we eat
Attachment to the forms we see
to sounds we hear, scents we smell
to the tactile sensations felt
the gods betrayed us, every one
to attach a pleasurable feeling
to a non-existent tongue
Attachment, hatred
suffering, madness
all parts of the mind
love, compassion
equanimity, gladness
in only virtue will you find
everlasting happiness
My first attempt at producing a sestina.
My normal methodology for creation is spontaneous overflow of emotion (the excess is disgusting) or free verse, which feels channeled from other sources: spontaneously remembered, rendered incorrectly, perverted, and copied from other great artists, no doubt.
It also seemed more appropriate to select an engaging and more intentional subject matter since the poem is so contrived (in this case); I do not usually set out to write a poem. A poem will find me when it wants writing. However, I do enjoy the dance-like and musical qualities of rhythm & repetition. How many of Buddha’s 84,000 teachings did I manage to include here in this silly display of some of the stages of the path?
Enjoy!
Renunciation, a sestina
I have carefully taken out each hook
and the wounds bled for many a long day
and my clothes remained obviously stained
an unpleasurable display, gifts of samsara
and what should bloom in place of pain?
But another chain! We have no freedom!
Ah! But one must define this freedom
or how will we recognize release from the hook?
Do we know what it’s like to not feel pain?
How should we strive to create a happier day?
How miserable the mind that produces samsara!
addicted to deceptive conceptions, stained
With contaminated eyes, our vision stained
creates evil hallucinations, no freedom
and so we find it hard to escape samsara
our familiarity keeps us bound, as a hook
forcing our steady practice day after day
we should understand this to escape this pain
How difficult to bear witness to all beings’ pain
and accept responsibility for this mind that’s stained
How can I stand to fight me even one more day?
How can I believe the existence of joyful freedom?
How can I have the strength to tear out this hook?
Perhaps a bit longer, I will bear the agony of samsara…
This is addictive quality of samsara
hellish to hold us addicts of our pain
a snare that strangles, we must un-hook
what virtue could purify these conceptions stained?
we need a vast collection of merit for freedom
and increased faith in our spiritual guide day after day
Only he guides us out, faithful step, day-by-day
we must grasp this rare chance to leave the prison of samsara
we are now protected on our journey to freedom
he has shown us how to transform our pain
into pure motivation for ordinary beings, equally stained
cherishing others, I continue to remove each hook
With pure effort each day, we’ll completely purify our pain
detroying samsara and our conceptions, stained
attaining freedom forever from attachment’s unbearable hook
could it be worth the pain?
sure it could hurt (does hurt)
but it always can! (and will!)
samsara’s blessing, and its curse!
there’s always suffering
it’s always there
agony & heartache
these endless cares
unfulfilled wishes
we ain’t some dying breed
we’ve been wishing and craving
burning with need
since beginningless time
(that’s time without beginning)
we’ve been lost in self-grasping
our delusions are winning
then enter love, a virtue
not some object of wanting
but a wish for your happiness
not taking, not haunting
like once, a vampire sucked
my energy, my time, my luck
even when I yearned to fuck
he made me feel yuck, yuck, yuck
no more! I just yearn to give
I wish to love, to laugh to live
and even though I know it hurts
I just think it could be worse
so I’m willing to try and bear such pain
I’m even willing to go insane
(okay, never mind…I’m already there)
and I really wish I didn’t care!
but it seems I don’t have a choice
and I have a lot of choices –
normally – a lot of control
not over external matters of course…
but in this dream world,
control over matters of mind
apparently not matters of the heart
but definitely matters when being kind
alright I want to wrap this up
like a Christmas gift, my loving cup
a trophy that I wish to offer
filled with jewels as if a coffer
and yet, I awaken from the dream
to grasp at less than air between
this reality, mind-made, of you, of me
and now give up the fantasy
because it’s never worth the pain
it’s never worth the endless grasping
it’s never worth insanity
or the infinite, familiar clasping
and on this evening drear and gloomy
under clouds all grey and doomy
I curse my love life, I confess to crime
I accept the loss, and I’ll do the time
In Buddhism, the Peacock is considered an auspicious bird for it thrives on plants and berries that would typically be poisonous to other birds. Just as peacocks live off toxic plants, so can a Buddhist practitioner thrive on adverse events by transforming them with Buddha’s teachings. This has been my practice since Winter of 2016 when I started General Program Meditation Classes with Samudra Kadampa Buddhist Centre.
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Today, as I received my peacock tattoo (created and tattooed by the talented and amazing Ally “Peacock” Sweitzer-Koabel), as a reward for transforming the (somewhat adverse) events of my summer (and beyond), I was able to look back on a particularly “interesting” and transformative (trying not to say “difficult”) time in my last decade and rejoice in the progress I’ve made in taming my previously wild & uncontrolled mind into a calm, happy, loving one.
I even came across this journal entry-cum-quasi-article I started back in 2023 after our Foundation Program (FP) class finished studying the amazing text Meaningful to Behold, a commentary to the great 8th century Buddhist Master Shantideva’s Guide to the Bodhisattva’s Way of Life. What follows is how I applied Dharma before and while studying this text after a particularly difficult break-up, during a particularly challenging time in my life, some time ago now.
This is my personal experience and does not necessarily reflect the experience of other practitioners. This experience was encouraged by understandings I attained by participating in the NKT study programs and attending NKT celebrations and festivals whenever possible. I was able to quickly develop understanding of several basic concepts over my first three years of study and practice in FP (and seven years of meditation practice) to gain the following results.
How I’ve applied the Dharma instructions to change my “reality”
I loved reading Meaningful to Behold, because it is such a wonderful and practical Guide to living our Modern Lives as aspiring Bodhisattvas. As an aspiring Bodhisattva, one of the first things I did was change my aspiration while remaining natural (which I was fortunate to understand when I met FP class and studied my first Buddhist commentary text, Universal Compassion).
The approach I took to remaining natural while adding a Bodhichitta motivation was through conventional work – something I had grown to despise.
By changing my motivation, I was able to use “getting a job” and “going to work” as a vehicle for progressing along the spiritual path. My motivation had changed, and I was still doing something that helped me function “naturally” as a part of normal society.
As a result of this practice over the last 14 months, my workplace — that I once identified as toxic, unhappy, frustrating, agitating, inappropriate, stressful, difficult, impossible, and miserable — became a happy, smoothly-run, well-staffed, good-cultured, and enjoyable place to work!
There were many physical changes that happened as a result of taking responsibility for my behaviour, changing my motivation, and therefore changing my mind, instead of trying to rearrange external conditions to my benefit without success (again).
As a result of changing my mind, the following changes appeared to me:
In addition to my workplace changing, my life has been consistently wonderful:
Other practices I’ve engaged in that have contributed to these positive minds, reformed habits, and virtuous familiarities. These include:
Thank you! How Wonderful!
Man
ignorant being
lucky opportunity
nearly impossible to find
how stupid to throw it away
Is man stupid?
Man argues about
what to be called
how to be perceived
as if possible to control
externally!
Man abandons his own mind
aids his own demise
has every chance at happiness
but cannot wait
for temporary satisfaction to subside
before another yearning must arise
chase chase chase die!
Just watch!
What is man?
A near-beast, I am
though, for the first time
seeing the trap
I have the instructions
a treasure route, escape map
as man, as woman
it matters not!
Only that we try
and we do try!
to grasp this
nearly impossible to find
lucky opportunity
non-ignorant being
man
I am happy
despite circumstances
I am strong
despite my gloom
I am calm
despite storm
I am fearless
despite impending doom
I am giving
despite my poverty
I am glad
despite my lack
I am friendly
despite loneliness
I progress
despite setback
I give with bodhichitta
I give fearlessness and love
I give Dharma and materials
I offer sun and moon above
I offer each and every moment
of pure practice, I transform
I abandon all delusions
and only virtue I perform
But how could I achieve this?
certainly not alone
only through my Spiritual Guide,
and the Three Jewels upon his throne
I promised to be patient
I promised to be kind
I promised I would wait
until the end of time
Yet father’s banging at the door
and we all do yield to death,
what’s more delusions bind my grip
and fear has caught my breath
stop
rely
I promised to be patient
I promised I would wait
but still ‘round every corner
I expect to meet my fate
— and I do!
But it’s never happy!
and even if my heart is glad
no memory of me is had
and so we lose our state
— again!
stop
offer
I promised to be patient
I promised I would pray
I promised I would escape
Samsara’s silly plays
(all pleasure, mere name
real grasping, suffer, blame)
So each day I practice
through the happy and the sad
and even though the sun’s been shining
my heart feels rain
— am I mad?!
stop
receive
I promised to be patient
I promised to be kind
and so I request blessings
to restore this peace to mind
I know I am resilient
with the Guru at my heart
I know with patient acceptance
I excel at Dharma’s peaceful art
So with blessings in my mind
these delusions I outsmart!
I maintain a stable practice
remembering: no partless part