Even when conditions are good
they are never good enough
until I realize emptiness directly
I am never satisfied, never giving up
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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
sympathy is
I see your suffering, and I relate
empathy is
I see your suffering, and I wish to relate
compassion is
I see your suffering and I wish you to be free from it
bodhichitta is
I cannot bear to see your suffering, so I will become enlightened to free you from it
Most of what we speak & seek
is causes for – and sympathy;
but how much better would life be,
if we abandoned victim mentality?
Why is sorrow such a strange addiction,
so familiar to my mind?
I cannot be free from misery;
it’s all I’ve known and all I’ll find!
— such an easy thing to cry
believing escape from suffering a lie
unknowing there’s a firm way out
for those with patient, faithful eyes,
for those who abandon deluded doubt
— What imagination is this!
what strength it takes to change one’s sight
no material quest could yield such result
for in samsara one cannot do right
— What can one do!
rely upon blessings & elevate intention
remain natural while wishing to help; think:
Oh! What would it really be like
to be happy and kind spontaneously
to face all problems with joyful mind
with strength and courage to defeat all foes
while maintaining love and compassion, I’ll find
it easy for blessings to arise, received and bestowed
I’ll help all living beings with ease and with grace
I’ll abandon delusion, because fearless I face
the appearances that rise and fall –
hallucinations, like dreams –
understanding reality, from mind,
is never as seems
because I’m grasping, anxious, clinging
my stories are hard to let go
I should instead rewrite myself the hero
great responsibility mine, undeniably so
How could I cope with this level of fame?
in anonymity, no one knowing my name
in correct paths I follow
but I must impute
I’m no longer a victim, no longer the brute
seeing myself the lowest of all,
through infinite timelines, I recall
the artist’s drive to wield the sword
settling instead for
ink seldom seen and music sometimes heard
limited proud intention
to right the wrongs and mend men’s minds
still what more can I do but mimic
in appreciation of writers of Blake’s kind
I render copied letter into copied word
Tyger, Tyger burning bright
surprised to find you here tonight
easy confidence, phat face
curly locks, so out of place
twinkle, twinkle, of thyne eye
what is your fearful symmetry?
absent, as one pupil enlarged
brightly burning in furnace forged
what is they breath? thy breast? thy might?
so like a woman in the night!
odd & absent-minded maid
back to cold burner, you do fade
he speaks to her with bleary eye
long-winded and past-wounded
he longs for sympathy, to cry
nearly, he is refusèd
she listens with a weary ear
she’s heard it all before
her heart is hardened, scarred by fear
his hurt she can ignore
what good is sympathy to folks
with pain and broken heart
it is compassion that fixes our flaws
so simple is our part
from compassion comes love
and it’s easy to flourish
exchange self with others
with a quick change of intention
to complete all actions with ease
we develop bodhichitta motivation
with familiarity come all habits
spontaneous, effortless
removing delusions from our mind
we soon derive meaning
from the very thing that was,
from our side, meaningless
develop and meditate upon
correct intention
pray for wisdom
sympathy is
I see your suffering, and I relate
empathy is
I see your suffering, and I wish to relate
compassion is
I see your suffering and I wish you to be free from it
bodhichitta is
I cannot bear to see your suffering, so I will become enlightened to free you from it
from happy to sad
so quickly
it never lasts
it never lasts
it never lasts
A seed planted
Virtuously
Grows fruits of happiness
A seed planted
Non virtuously
Grows fruits of suffering
Tldr: karma’s a bitch
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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 only a witness,
transparent eye
a non judgemental mirror —
or at least a mirror who keeps
her judgments to herself
I am the nursery rhyme before it’s written,
the angel before the fall
the dream before the nightmare
the ring before the call
I hear the future coming,
still feel the distant past,
see outcomes from our actions
that for years & years will last
I weep for sad beginnings
I laugh at mad hellos
see insanity all around us
and suffering only grow
I am ready to escape this
ready to depart
ejecting all attachment
burning all my art
I have not one creation
of which I am proud
except those that come from virtue,
those soundless,
those I’ve vowed
I sow these seeds in silence
for my words have caused much pain
all contaminated actions
seemingly in vain
(* focus on intention *)
I hear the whistle blow,
a hundred miles from home
smell the fields of mountain thyme
growing round the purple heather
and still cannot decide
if to stay or go
until I walk the streets
see the suffering
hear the cries
smell the stink
feel the terror
taste the drink
then it all comes rushing back,
each and every pleasure,
that I’ve had it all before
— it’s time to think!
I cannot do this anymore!
I won’t!
So with reliance, offering, requesting,
my life I do lay down
only for something better
more meaningful, profound
with diligent, stable practice
(which, finally, I’ve found)
and compassionate, loving heart
I fall upon the Bodhisattva’s ground
I bow before the new moon,
and rising with the sun
try to take things lightly,
because all is mind and none is one
in grade six,
we were asked to
define love
I plagiarized Chicken Soup for the Soul
after we were force-fed its trite passages
(so it seemed to me – I hated it)
strong past life imprints
tearing present apart
of course I got caught
I lacked the language
the metaphors
– the red, red roses –
I knew I did
how could my eleven define love?
only years later,
the unchanging definition was given to me
only years later,
a pure example, to be echoed
absorbed into my roots
my Guru
– how shall I mind to be
an echo of utter purity? –
so now love is my wish for all others,
for you
to be happy
effortlessly & evermore
& quickly