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Three Asparas at Angkor Wat

Month: May 2006

Reflections on All is Mind, from the Aspiration Prayer of Mahamudra

Appearance is mind and emptiness is mind.

Realisation is mind and confusion is mind.

Arising is mind and cessation is mind.

May all doubts about mind be resolved.

from The Aspiration Prayer of Mahamudra
3rd Karmapa, Rangjung Dorje
The Third Karmapa, Rangjung Dorje
The Third Karmapa, Rangjung Dorje

How radically different this view is to how my mind often gravitates …. into seeing solid appearances ‘out there’, and a solid ‘me’ in here. When meditation is weak, and the view is weak, then I begin to believe that a real, solid ‘I’ operates in relation to a ‘truly existent’ and solid ‘external world out there’. It feels like a polarity, a polar relationship, between these twin locii of simply ‘given’ objects – me and the rest.

Solidities soften and blur

Yet when meditation deepens, and the view strengthens, then both these seeming solidities soften and blur, and they appear more like shimmering patterns, fluid and luminous. Along with this goes a loosening of the sense of a singular ‘I’, and a corresponding easing of attachment and identifying with both these more flickering aspects.

The field of flickering appearances

Yet when meditation deepens further, and the view becomes clearer, then even these light and airy polarities begin to evaporate, revealing not so much two less solid polarities, as a single field of display, which reveals aspects we commonly call us or not-us. One field remains, where us or not-us cannot be found. One field where appearances seemingly arise, flicker for awhile, then seemingly fade away. That field ‘holds’ merely appearances, not knowing in or out, us or not-us, internal or external phenomena.

Nothing is there

Looking at that field, no field is found. No unitary phenomena called ‘mind’ can be found, and so nothing ultimately replaces the dualistic phenomena of me and the world. Just a shimmering of light, and flickering of seeming appearance, and a lack of anything anywhere that can be pinned down, named or owned.

Not just nothing

Not that there’s nothing there at all, not that value or meaning disappears. But as our view changes from us and not-us to a play of mind, then so follows a lessening of attachment, and a lessoning of suffering which poisons us and our ‘mothers’ in equal measure.

Oh to realise that view, to stabilise that realisation, to cut short this seemingly endless beguilement with appearances and thoughts!

Momentary experiences hint at what can be, and what lies ahead/within/already there.

May I and all beings lose our entrancement with appearances, and recognise the illusory display of mind!

May our aspiration be strong and unceasing, and our realisation correspondingly clear and stable.

It’s All Good!

I remember very clearly my new boss at a company telling me (upon my finding out that he was a Buddhist and asking him what practices he does), that he doesn’t practice, that he’s taking a ‘holiday’ in this life, and that he’ll practice in the next life. It struck me at the time that he was amazingly confident that he’d get the chance to meet with and practice Dharma again. Having come from a Christian upbringing, the notion of rebirth, and of karma, were still ‘hot’ topics for me, and in those early days I had the ‘fervour’ of a new convert! I remember my own criticism of him for being complacent, and of wasting this precious opportunity in this life. That would have been fine, but there was quite a bit of self-righteousness in me at that time, and pride too.

I guess looking back I still suspect that he was just rationalising his ‘laziness’ rather than being confident in a good rebirth, based on the knowledge of his ethical practice. But who knows?

How rare is a precious human birth?

For myself, it always strikes me when you read texts such as ‘The Jewel Ornament of Liberation’ how clear they are that being born as a Human or a God is a very rare occurrence indeed. Gelug texts seem to especially emphasise this. I’ve yet to read a text which suggests that it’s easy to be born human again without much effort in the practice of ethics and meditation.

Je Gampopa Sonam Rinchen
Je Gampopa Sonam Rinchen

Yet how often do I get sucked in to ‘worldly’ activities, and find myself thoroughly engrossed in them, accepting them as solid and real, and finding myself attached to those objects of the senses?

Death comes closer

And all the while life ebbs away, the time of my death comes closer, and the time left to practice becomes shorter and shorter!

Underneath, there must be part of me that thinks that Samsara is not too bad, that my rebirth will be ok, and that I’ve plenty of time left to both indulge myself, and to somehow ‘catch up’ with practice πŸ™‚

Sometimes I’m involved in things, and I see them for what they are (at least to a degree anyway) … and movements of the mind, swirling appearances which move and melt. And I let them lightly pass through, with minimal attachment. Yet other times I’m sucked in, and lose perspective …. believing all these mirages to be ‘real’ and then just play the game of ‘want’ and ‘not want’.

Gampopa says that those who think it’ll all be fine, and that they’ll get a good rebirth for sure are simply attached to Samsara’s pleasures.

Seduced by the pleasant

What strikes me about this is two things … firstly, that it’s through being attached to aspects of our existence which ‘seem’ to be not too unpleasant, we then decide that actually we don’t need to make so much effort, as it’s not so bad here really! … and then, secondly, that assuming it’s fine, that we’ll be reborn as a human or god, well that assumes again that those rebirths are good places in themselves to be, and that aiming for a good rebirth is a worthy use of this life (rather than aiming for Enlightenment in this very lifetime).

Perhaps my favourite aphorism in Dharma (I don’t know where it comes from, or which master says it first) … describes the pleasures of Samsara, and the attachment to them, as being like

licking honey off a razor’s edge

How true!

All the time we grasp at pleasures it seems sweet indeed … but we don’t see what that does to us, and how ignorance grasping after seemingly solid objects takes us away from minds nature, and the state of liberation.

Hmm … just some reflections …. as they come out ….

Waking Up?

The most amazing thing about my life …. is that after going to sleep at night …. each morning …. I wake up again!

When I really think about this …. no …. really think about this …. how extraordinary that life continues throughout my dullness during sleep, during my unconsciousness …. and somehow I stay alive, somehow my body keeps functioning, somehow my karma doesn’t give up supporting this life …… somehow ….. how? ….. somehow I hang on to this thread of life, this precious opportunity ….

which I then fritter away with petty distractions!

What an act of faith it would be to go to sleep, and to have faith that I will wake up tomorrow!

But it isn’t an act of faith …. it’s an act of ignorance … ignorance of Impermanance and Death …. of blocking out how fragile life is, and how precious life is ….

Amazing to wake up each morning ……

Now, if I could only ‘wake up’ today !

Prayer
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