Blaming others and holding grudges or having enimty is not Dharma. Our 5 poisons are our 5 poisons, they are the cause of our sufferings, if we have to blame then blame them but not other people. Our limited patience or tolerance that cause conflicts are ours too, blame them. Because of our attachment/desire, ignorance and aversion we take rebirth after rebirth in samsara. In samsara we have to experience all kinds of conflict with other sentient beings….who is to be blame for that? Ourselves of course. Because we brought ourselves to this samsaric situation. That is all.
blind, to the last
between insight from the Sangha, Rinpoche, reading, and meditation and the latest, this was really an easy choice to make. finally. there is much thankfulness here for it. the bhain sidhe says with a growl, ‘about fooking time.’ the bodhisattva sighs and is silent.
the vættir is dead (scrytching the ytch)
We, all, are golden keys, delivered and never finalized, though set into ruins, still able to unlock treasures in one another. Floating in tsunamis of shattered bones and shells and seaweed, we sink only when we refuse to rise. Heartsick, apologetic and panicked, yet still the taste of pestilent cities are preferred to sit on the lips, still to carve rather than caress the hollows, still to retch as if seasick from honey and flies. Selfsick, no breath, contact is affirmation of possibility is challenge to be more than culpable, to deny all that bears lie to the truth of […]
meta – wights, ghosts, and emptiness
he labeled it ‘vættir ‘s death’. a ‘vættir ‘ is a wight, this word, in its masculine form, referring to that which haunts and is haunted by its need to exist and its eternal lack of form. one finds meaning where one seeks it. this is no different. pushing back a disappointed anger that little buddha girl says i should not feel, it remains i instantly draw mental lines.
the insanity, it seems, continues…
… though in truth, i can only say it is my own fault. if you’ve been following this saga, then you know that, as a last olive branch, i intended to follow through with my plan to gift heath with the two domains purchased. this, despite the abject calumny of his recent email and regardless of the reality that, in the face of finding it wholly rebuked in every way, it never crossed his mind to apologize for the insult and hurt given in it. today…
morning thought… brief
” There is no mystery whatever – only inability to perceive the obvious. ‘All Else is Bondage; Non-Volitional Living’ “– Wei Wu Wei makes a good point. missing the obvious is pretty much the same as handing yourself over in chains. and the ‘doh’ moment isn’t much fun, either.
waking? perhaps.
pulled from sleep. an email waits. someone writes to me of anger, of vengeance, of taking up the thing i would most see freed. they ask me if this is what i would see done. this, my reply, may it unforge the link in the karma chain.
the more things change, the more they stay the same
arriving home from dinner, i find an email from my host telling me there is a problem with the transfer of the two domains.