Though one may experience the idea of freedom,
lingering in such daydreams is mistaking
imagination for the real thing.
I may have wasted the wise instructions
of my teachers, but any regret now
merely feeds the barking dogs
of self-absorbed delusion –
true freedom is found in non-dwelling.
Just so, I haven't visited any abattoirs of late,
but I've rarely seen anything more disturbing
than the attitudes generated from entrenched
political and religious beliefs, nor anything
more appalling than dispositions spawned
from the furnace of emotional reactivity.
To these, I apply the healing balm
of heart-felt service in the same manner
raindrops funnel down spring's green leaves
to moisten the ground and nourish the tender roots.
Undone from the distraction of purposefulness,
I carefully mix and meld subtle hints from the wise,
stirring cool clear water in a bowl with no sides.
Everything that appears conducts a current
of various energies, expressing itself as
the dance of complementary chaos
and order, implicating nobody.
Abandoning victimhood is a crucial
preliminary to appreciating life
for all that it is and can be.
In the poignant ballet of impermanence,
there is no independent person,
cause, or condition.
Relax – we're all in this together!
Still, who can say anything meaningful
about loving kindness these days,
or maybe more to the point:
who can explain why we’re
so easily offended by each other?
Whether on the killing floor of envy and loathing,
or in blissful repose at the crown of the lotus,
the clown who discerns the transparent and
luminous nature of their very own mind
sports a suave and sizzling sombrero
filled with the divine molecules
of a vast and empty sky.
Such an utterly useless fool
waltzes through the market place
with nothing to buy or sell, perhaps
pausing along the way to tell children
stories, amusing them with a delightful
nonsense that they will forever remember.
Hey Friends, isn’t this how it goes:
those who are grateful get more to be
grateful about, while those who complain
will get more to complain about?
No nonsense there –
whatever we’re given,
we can always say
Likewise, no matter what may appear,
recognizing our own chronic resistance
is more than enough to keep us humble.
If we’re here to revel
and marvel in the Mystery,
then what are we still seeking for,
and what are we always trying to hide?
And what’s the big deal with just
being still in the light of this
If I really paid attention, I would
realize that everything -- yin and yang,
light and dark, existence and non-existence --
is an innocent play of the natural Great Perfection.
How amazing that there is anything at all!
A timeless and radiant Presence
to which no fanciful human concept
could apply, is standing in your shoes,
beating your heart, breathing your breath,
looking out in awe through your own eyes!
Isn’t that simply astonishing?
In any case, in every place,
may everything I do in body,
speech, and mind serve others.
When we’re seeing clearly,
there are no others.
That's what I call service!
Some may call it love.
Whatever it’s called,
don’t think twice –
just be it!
And while we’re at it,
let’s try to do no harm!
Clinging to nothing,
astounded by everything,
I humor myself with glad songs
of Yes to life’s breathtaking majesty,
occasionally whistling Zippity Doo Dah
as I wander along on this infinite way.
~Based very loosely on a text by Patrul Rinpoche