Monkey Mind: The Bell

Monkey Mind: The Bell

In, out, in, out, in, out, in, out, in, out, in, out. *cough* in, out, in, out, in, out, in, out, in, out, in, out, in, out, in, out, in, out, in, out, in, out,  in, out, in, out, in, out, in, out, in, out,  in, out, in, out, in, out, in, out, in, out,  in, out, in, out, in, out, in, out, in, out,  in, out, in, out, in, out, in, out, in, out,in, out,  in, out, it must have been a good ten minutes by now, in, out, in, out, in, out, in, out, in, out, in, out, in, out, in, out, in, out, in, out, in, out, in, out, in, out, in, out, in, out, in, out, in, out, in, out, in, out, in, out, in, out,  in, out, in, out, in, out, in, out, in, out, in, out, in, out, in, out, in, out, we’re only sitting for 15 minutes are we not? It must be getting close. I wonder if he’s forgotten to ring the bell after 15 minutes. in, out, in, out, in, out, in, out, in, out, in, out, in, out, in, out, in, out, in, out, in, is he not keeping track of time?! what if he’s so zen right now he’s forgotten time. This may never end! out, in, out, in, out, in, out, in, out, next time I’ll ask to be in charge of the bell ringing, in, out, in, out, in, out, in, outin, out, in, outin, out, in, out, in, out, in, out, just have to wait for the bell, then this meditation is done, in, out, *drops noting*~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ *BELL RINGS* damn it, it was just getting good. 

This was a comically inclined Monkey Mind Monologue, hope you enjoyed it and thanks for visiting the blog 🙂 

-dharmacaterpillar 


A Totally Ordinary Buddha

A Totally Ordinary Buddha

Zazen cultivates clarity and in time, the illusory nature of phenomena breakdown, allowing an experience of limitless, boundless peace. There is no other, no me or you, no being or non-being. Enlightenment has unfolded. Congratulations. What now?

Dissolve into infinity, and continue.

Realise the True Self, and continue.

Become One, and continue.

End, and continue.

 

The Enlightening process shouldn’t end in the World of one colour, the unified field, Oneness. To even consider this would be a mighty shame. To come back into the world of observances, and go on, continue, is the imperfect perfection of a totally ordinary Buddha.

 

 

A Week of Hell #01

A Week of Hell #01

“I didn’t expect Buddhism to threaten people with demons and torment and Hell.” -a spiritual but definitely-not-ever-ever religious person at a meditation session last year. 

At the time, I approached this perspective softly and carefully, tip-toeing around, after all I didn’t want to put him off. “Don’t focus on it, if it’s unhelpful,” I suggested. 

But, now is the time the talk about Hell. So, this week, everyday, sometimes twice a day, I’ll post about Hell, in a series termed “a week in Hell”. We shouldn’t not talk about something just because it’s unpleasant to think of or talk about, nor should we focus on that something ever second of our waking life. I think a week will suffice. 

I did write about Hell briefly last year in the 12 Days of Christmas series. So, to start of and set the scene, here’s what I wrote:

“We will all come to know Hell, if we have not already. In this realm we are under the spell that life is suffering, and anything else that comes to visit, whatever its intentions, will only cause more suffering. Freedom seems to have left us out in the cold dark dust. Space, if you can find it, is filled by suffering before anything else even has a chance. But even Hell is impermanent.”

The intention is that by exploring concepts surrounding Hell, and the faces of Hell, we can eliminate, or free, certain misconceptions and worries we may have, realising the 3 dharma seals along the way. 


A lotus for you,

Buddha to be.
-dharmacaterpillar 

Just ask. 

Just ask. 

Life can be sticky, it’s easy to get stuck. You feel like there is no way out and this is often accompanied by hopelessness. 

Ask the correct questions and find out the nature of the stickiness. What are you stuck to? And how for how long? I hope that by asking and enquiring into the nature of how you are stuck, you can unstick yourself! 

Why would this be the case? This may happen because what you are doing when you ask these honest questions is that you exercise one of the most magical faculties you have; imagination. The very phrase “I’m stuck” derives from a place of imagination. Extrapolate. By exercising the imagination, solutions become available, and asking is a great place to start this process. 

Who are you asking? You are not alone. No one is. Not truly or absolutely. You may, or may not, feel alone, or experience periods of loneliness. I don’t deny you of that experience. But fundamentally, you are not alone. So when you ask, even if there is no person you feel you can ask and explore your life’s trends with, ask outwardly. Ask the Cosmos. 

Some people would call it prayer. You may also, but you needn’t give it a name. What’s important is the process. Get grounded, sit with a confident and open posture, sit with silence for a while and then just ask “what am I stuck to?”. 

Be patient, be diligent, be receptive. 

Kind wishes,

dharmacaterpillar 


Abhyāsa

Abhyāsa

Are you committed to your practice? 

  • Many will say they are, and many of those will be committed to a headache. 
  • Many will say they are not; for they do not want it to become a rigid thing.
  • Many will say what practice? That has got to be a joke?!

Abhyāsa is the coming back, with gentleness, to the breath, to the cushion, to the Buddha within and around us, at every available opportunity, with regularity. 

More than we commit to act out the desires of our egos, good effort put in can help us commit to practice. 

Why practice? We practice for a whole number of reasons, each of us have different ones, but when it comes down to it our healthiest, and truest answer, is surely “to practice”. In this way, the difficult times in meditation don’t make it feel wasteful, or make us question it’s assumed efficacy, and our successes can be enjoyed but not expected; appreciated and not taken for granted. 
The cushion awaits

And expects nothing. 

There is no extra burden here,

In the Land of the Do-to-do. 


Thank you friends for reading,

Be well, be aware,

– dharmacaterpillar 

Get your hands dirty

Get your hands dirty

When was the last time you got your hands dirty? 

I mean in the literal sense; your actual real hands covered, layered maybe, in actual dirt, mud, earthly Earth. 

How many of us can actually say that by the end of the day we will have, at least, touched the Earth, the real ground beneath our feet? 

What has this got to do with your inner transformational process? Everything. 

Feel the cold Earth beneath you with the palms of your bare hands, get down on your knees and feel it. Embrace the Earth as much as you like and are able to, and open up as much as you can to receive the Earth’s embrace back. In my experience this is Zen. A great paradox. The safest of feelings, protected but not claustrophobic in any way, life giving, life affirming, but at the same time; the most powerful beating of the heart is induced, because it cannot be contained- a beautiful, living, huge (hearted) Bodhisattva’s presence is felt. 

There is nothing like becoming One with the Earth, by actually (for a few minutes at least) rooted your  body, mind and heart into that very Earth. 

And besides that, isn’t the smell of soil just exquisite? The perfume of life.