having over-assumed wisdom
having been used for others’ own ends
I am puddled
a fractal coastline
after catastrophe
…
where should I find fault?
having over-assumed wisdom
having been used for others’ own ends
I am puddled
a fractal coastline
after catastrophe
…
where should I find fault?
In the Unforgetting World, attachment is inevitable
so my simple wisdom is this:
Attachment will rise
and as a wish fulfilled, it will fall
Your mind creates a story
you must see it all
If you see the tall tale clearly
and Dharma you recall,
Just apply a simple virtue
then, with love, enjoy it all
We live in the Unforgetting World
Unforgetting
You hear the word
you ask what it means
A man in a dress tells you it means
we never forget our attachments
What’s an attachment, you wonder
as your background in sales leads you to believe
it’s an item you attach to your primary sale
in essence, you should upsell three attachments
with each cell phone (case, cable, warranty)
There are no guarantees,
the man in the robes says
except that you won’t forget
your attachments
You learn:
Attachment is the mind that exaggerates
the positive qualities of an object
(attachment loves ignoring red flags)
attachment spins a deceitful fairy tale:
it claims the object is the source of your happiness
And we believe this tall tale
despite all contradicting evidence
we love to ignore evidence
when it does not corroborate our stories
You walk away
You begin to forget
what the wise man said
almost immediately
You think:
I am forgetting
I must live in the forgetting world
I have forgotten what I ate for breakfast
I have forgotten what I did yesterday
god only knows what I did last month
I only remember things I’ve labelled special
I only remember what I’ve done
in accordance with its repetition
When you ask me who I love,
I say friends and family
because they are familiar, and the answer
is engraved on our hearts over lifetimes, infinite
I have forgotten almost everything about my life
who I was, who I’ve been, the characters I’ve played
and the friends I used to have
All I have is the present
and if I think about what I can remember
at any given moment
it is my attachments
It seems it is the only thing
I can remember
Like some sick joke on our weak human minds
that a mental factor could purport such wicked lies
and how could we not remember that
we’ve fallen into such traps before!?
How can we keep forgetting
we are betrayed forevermore?
Until the cycle, the pattern ends
until disrupted, samsara bends
and finally breaks
You remember the man,
in the dress, in the robes
he gave you a liberating gift
an opportunity to see the truth
By seeing differently and remembering
I am ever unforgetting
The Unforgetting World (podcast)
Why do I feel so sad
to release my suffering?
I know its source! And still!
I cling like stickseed
burred burdens born
impossible to remove
without wisdom realizing
the true nature of all things
impermanent
not existing inherently
so what does that mean
when I cling so
to this suffering
inborn familiarity
infinite lifetimes old
makes 21 day habits
impossibly young
and still, we must
abide by these present
physical laws in order
to attain the higher
understandings and escape
of ultimate Enlightenment
for the benefit of
all living beings
the only way to make
any meaning of my
present suffering
If you yourself are free from self concern, you will find it much easier to perform virtuous actions such as caring for others.
From Geshe-la’s texts and the perspective of karma, consider first the disadvantages of cherishing oneself alone.
Then consider the many advantages of cherishing others – including creating a future life free from terrible suffering and one in which you are receiving good care when “you” need it.
Remember, it is NOT selfish for you to do something to relieve your FUTURE suffering. You have a hundred selfs every moment. The self in the future tomorrow and the self in ten years are completely different selfs than the ones being experienced now.
Even still, we say “my self” as though there is one, consistently the same, and never-ending, changeless self. We believe that there is a solid personality that defines who “I am” in any given moment. People see a “me” when they look at me.
While we maintain identification with this unchanging “self”, “me”, or “I”, in the same unmindful breath we are striving to change, become better, or alter our circumstances.
That necessarily demands change. A changeable self! Many selfs. A new one each moment.
How can we hold such contradicting views and expect good progress? Yes, We are going one step forward, but always backward at the same time. At best, we are standing still. Then what proof do we have that we have performed any effort at all? Where lies our virtue? Our happiness?
We must start seeing the hypocrisy in our own mind, and simply call it out. We should get used to talking to ourself in a world that seems to forbid peaceful moments. We can reflect when we have a moment:
“It’s not selfish to do something that will improve my happiness tomorrow. In fact, it is much more virtuous to do that instead of giving myself some kind of instant gratification now. If I feel any pleasure at all from immediately satisfying my desires, it wears off right away. It is far more satisfying to work towards a happier self tomorrow than to waste this moment on mindless indulgence.
By changing my ways, I am training my mind and benefiting not only my future selfs but all living beings.
How wonderful.”
If you are able to release, even a little, at grasping that there is only one changeless self, “you” (“me”) then you can bless the minds of your future selfs. You can do something to benefit yourself tomorrow, and start practicing the easiest way to be selfless: taking care of the future “you” you think you see every day.
Although this is just a beginner practice, the goal is to get your mind accustomed to doing two things:
1) stop seeing your “self” (“me”) as a constant, unchanging thing
2) be selfless with yourself then others
You can acknowledge it is not selfish to enjoy something that you worked for, or waited for patiently, or performed virtue to receive. In fact, the only way we experience enjoyments is by performing virtuous actions which are the actual cause and catalyst for happiness. Delaying gratification is a supremely important practice in a time when we demand gratification be instant. It reminds us that the true causes of my happiness are my previous actions of virtue such as giving to others, caring for others when they were ill, teaching others how to be happy, rejoicing… It reminds us that there is still a space between the good deeds we perform and the rewards we receive – and we will definitely receive the effects.
Since we may only encounter a few beings a day, even if we work in a busy environment or include all the insects we pass by, we can take advantage of the time we already spend cherishing ourselfs by changing the object of our cherishing (me, right now) to a different object (ex. me, tomorrow). We are with our selfs all day long! It is important that we start thinking, “How can I benefit myself tomorrow?” “How can I make myself happier next week?” INSTEAD OF “How can I satisfy my craving/hunger/thirst/desire right now?”
We should seek to help others, and put them first whenever we encounter other living beings. Eventually we will abandon the deceptive “me,” altogether. But until we become high level Great Scope practitioners, during the time we are not with others, we can do things to benefit our future selfs like planning meals for the week, getting difficult items off our to-do lists to prevent stress arising, seeking out challenges that help us grow (learning a new skill, exercising), and, of course, meditating!
Although we all wish to be free from self-grasping, we must acknowledge we have it until we attain a direct realization of emptiness – and purify all the imprints of ignorance. Until then, we will grasp. So why not use it to our advantage and travel this path swiftly while at the same time destroy its power to harm us while we train our minds to become invincible?
When is the last time you celebrated doing the “right” thing even when it was difficult? We should experience this challenge daily if we wish to become stronger people. If we wish to become Spiritual Warriors.
Don’t forget to celebrate your spiritual victories. That’s what introspection, journaling and sangha (spiritual friends) are for!
May your path be blessed.
I saw a puppy dog in your eyes
I consulted with the night
“Is this a disguise?”
I waited and waited but heard no reply.
I heard an old soul in your voice
I questioned my spirit guides
“Have I before made this choice?”
They laughed and whispered, “Silly pride.”
I retrieved a fiery star
from a faraway realm
“I felt something stir,
and he felt like home.”
“O foolish girl,
we’ve told you before;
you’ll know when you feel it,
you know you need more.”
I combed with my eyes,
searched above and below,
searched within faces,
searched for what I know.
Unexpected, unexpected,
was the whisper from the moon.
Unexpected, unexpected —
but was that going to be soon?
There’s a craving and a longing,
like I’ve come unmoored.
There’s an anxious buzzing dancing,
and I’m yearning to be cured.
Seeking through external,
same mistake as before.
I know it when I feel it,
I know going in means more.
I released the burning star
“What does unexpected mean?”
“You’re missing the point,
stop playing ordinary being.”
I imagined I saw pain in your eyes.
I confessed to the night
“He reflects my disguise.”
“Your wisdom grows,” the dark replied.
I felt a soft soul on your skin,
but the imprints came from mind.
I recognized my old soul from within,
and promised, “This time I’ll be kind.”
The pain I’ve caused in countless lives,
has come against me stacked
with loneliness as a simple karmic scale
bringing balance when with patience I react.
I accept and cultivate pure love
as an antidote to suffering – both mine
and yours – and with gratitude to guides above
heart embrace, entwine and with universe align.
Virtue and emptiness and wisdom and union
through my intention, ultimate and supreme
with universal compassion, the ultimate communion
and above all else, I will remember the dream.
I know you
Do you know me?
I cannot help but note the tragedy
of new lives lived with no memory
of old lives discarded though they’re
the very foundation of the new!
— no memory
you have of me
or I’d have seen
some bloody action by now —
or maybe you’re tied down —
she’s got you on the tracks
while I’m off the beaten path
and I’m calling out loud
— but you can’t hear me
you don’t know me
you can’t see me
you’ve forgotten —
I had too
but now I’ve seen —
no. I felt the tug,
a heart string plucked
and yearned anew
for only you
as if I’d done this many times before
a feeling I could not ignore
familiar and odd — uncanny
when you looked at me
with no knowledge of
the touches I gave long ago
time erases and time has passed
ages since we danced in the afterglow
— now no memory,
though time did slow
when you looked at me
and my heart beat so rhymically
as if we’d done this all before
— and yet, no more
as you walked away
I longed to say
what I’m looking for —
Enlightenment, and is it at your door?
I wish to be rich and it’s such
delusions that keep me poor
tempt me tease me all you want
— or do not —
I still remember you
do let me know if I can stir
a memory —
do you know me?
Why do you torture me?
Does your eye boast truth
or do mine bear fiction?
I write lies to soothe me to sleep
a samsaric slumber steeped in tales of attachment,
happiness served on a silver platter
just a taste and, absent of addiction,
I’ll be satisfied — just your touch
and I’ll not want more — a lie
like salt water quenching thirst —
only thirstier I grow for
— just your tongue lending sweet
nothings to an indiscriminate ear
incorrectly discriminating — just your
taste to tease unintentional senses
dependent upon such sour
senseless ignorance dependent upon
countless causes, rebirths, misunderstood
and non-existent selfs — but maybe still,
it’s just your self that will satisfy this self
& somehow, still, we will escape samsara
— a lie of attachment, a joke, a wink
Is that what you mean to give,
when you torture me?
I thought when I received, I would be grateful.
I wasn’t.
I thought to be pursued would be fun, a real romp.
It wasn’t.
I thought to be beheld as beautiful could give me confidence, know my beauty.
It didn’t.
I thought to be loved to could open my heart, make me love.
It couldn’t.
I thought when tested, I would pass.
I didn’t.
“We will only engage in pure spiritual practice if we have definitely understood that we have a precious human life and we have to use it now. We can die today. It’s possible.”
Gen-la Kunsang, Kadampa Podcast
Who will love me?
When I am apart from this world
When I stand alone, refusing to be
wrecked by a cellphone superglued to my senses,
application addiction gone awry
When I refuse to partake in modern convention
preferring soft and spiky summer grass between my toes,
humidity sucking sweat to the surface of my skin,
lying upon rocks under thick air,
thick branches bearing bright green canopies,
thousands of thirsty leaves, some yellow and release
reminders that this moment is temporary,
and the Fall will come
Who will love me then?
When I bake appled pies and over-romanticize
the long shadows of autumned evening walks
my season of spiders, ripping through webs
strung out over trails,
boasting my bravery – no more fear of fine-legged friends
just as precious a life, so I give love
I give compassion, knowing these virtues are
given not taken, the cause of the effect,
happiness
Why, then, do I ask for love?
Believing the grasping, the craving
its fulfilment will make me whole, and I
will never want again –
a lie
like salt water quenching thirst
impossible
and possibility
still believed
Who will love me when I am
under a spell of such insanity?
And who will guide me out of this suffering?
Permanently?