Cried More Tears Than Can Be Surfed Upon!
We have cried more tears and suckled more milk than can be surfed upon; in all this transmigration without a discernible beginning! It’s quite enough to make one disillusioned, dispassionate, and freed regarding all conditions. A surfer doesn’t defy this wave of mutilation by diving into it. A surfer defies the wave by keeping their balance and stillness despite it. It can be done, but it takes a practice.
The Story of Angulimala
“Everyone wants to point a finger! But it’s everyone that shares the blame! If you are looking for it, everyone gives you a reason to put a knife in them! If you are looking for it, everyone shows you where! That’s how things get stopped, ascetic!” shouted Angulimala
Themes for Daily Buddhist Contemplation!
This is a list of daily contemplations suggested the by Buddha!
Jaradhammomhi: I am of the nature to grow OLD!
Byadhidhammomhi: I am of the nature to get SICK!
Maranadhammomhi: I am of the nature to DIE!
Sabbehi me piyehi manapehi nanabhavo vinabhavo: Everything pleasing-charming to me becomes different, becomes not so!
Kinsmen of the Sun!
Young grief stricken Singala washed himself in the water among the crowd of yogis making their ablution. Quietly he waited for the dawn with the these Kinsmen of the Sun; and did his best to imitate their asanas. Sobriety and emotions made his body shudder.
“Householder’s son, why are you revering the quarters in this way?”
Singala replied, “Sir, on his deathbed my father said to me: ‘My dear, please revere the quarters.’ Honoring, respecting, and venerating my father’s words, I rose early and left Rajagaha; now with my clothes and hair all wet, I raise my joined palms to revere the various quarters—east, south, west, north, below, and above!”
Sankhara has the Heart of a Banana Tree!
Suppose, bhikkhus, that a man needing heartwood, seeking heartwood, wandering in search of heartwood, would take a sharp axe and enter a forest. There he would see the trunk of a large plantain tree, straight, fresh, without a fruit-bud core. He would cut it down at the root, cut off the crown, and unroll the coil. As he unrolls the coil, he would not find even softwood, let alone heartwood. A man with good sight would inspect it, ponder it, and carefully investigate it, and it would appear to him to be void, hollow, insubstantial. For what substance could there be in the trunk of a plantain tree?