Like a Thread of Spider Web

In meditation

A deep realization

Cuts through the web of delusion

Enveloping Life.

 

“I shall live a long life,”

People think.

People hope.

People desire ardently.

 

Like spiders,

People weave webs

Of power and domination

To keep the weak captive

In structures of exploitation.

 

What a finely weaved cobweb!

The most ignorant bugs

Don’t even notice it.

They get enticed and entangled at once

And become food for these spiders.

Yet no matter how strong these webs are

These shall fall and disintegrate someday.

 

A strong gust of Wind comes

And carries everything away

All disappearing without a trace.

After certain periods of time

This cycle repeats itself.

 

Nothing escapes from the Wind,

And today I realized how fortunate I am

To be alive and part

Of this finely weaved web of Life.

 

Like a fine thread,

Circular shaped,

Empty in its core,

My life

Sways with the Wind,

This thread can break anytime

Yet such is the Beauty of life.

What a precious gift that is Life.

 

After all this time cycling,

I realize my little life

Is just this single thread

Swaying with the Wind

Connected to the master web of Life

Today I surrender myself to thy Beauty.

 

 

 

Reflections on Dharma

Dharma hurts

Sometimes

But it burns all impurities.

Cleansing past karmic actions

Reactions

Turning into ashes

Carried away by storm winds.

Rain falls.

Floods wash out the old

Bringing in the new

Planting the seeds of change.

 

A dynamic process this seems

Ever-changing and ever-flowing

It seems like everything changes

Through the ages.

Good men become bad.

Bad men become good.

Fame attained.

Respect lost.

Wealth earned.
Heart robbed.

Deeds accomplished.

Then forever lost

Into the sands of time.

 

People work so hard to reach somewhere,

Attain something,

Become someone,

Only to lose it all in the process.

 

All is part of the process of cycling,

Cycling,

And cycling

Through birth, aging, sickness and death.

A self-repeating process filled with suffering,

Taught The Compassionate Buddha.

 

Dharma hurts

Sometimes.

It hurts to lose something that you worked so hard to attain.

It hurts to lose someone who you love

So much.

So much suffering in the world

Expressed in people’s cries, tears, moans and screams.

You can hear everything within your Heart if you listen closely.

 

Dharma hurts

Sometimes.

But it burns all impurities.

It burns everything to emptiness.

In essence,

There is nothing to achieve,

Nothing to succeed,

Nothing to accomplish,

Nothing to attain,

Nothing to become.

 

The wondrous Heart Sutra teaches that

All dharmas are emptiness,

There are no characteristics,

No birth,

No cessation,

No purity,

No defilement,

No increase,

No decrease.

Thus in emptiness

There are no five aggregates

Which construct the sense of “I”:

No form,

No feeling,

No perception,

No mental impulses,

No consciousness.

There is no ignorance

Or ending of ignorance,

And so forth until no old age and death

Or ending of old age and death,

No truth of suffering,

No cause of suffering,

No cessation of suffering,

No Path to transcend suffering,

No wisdom,

No attainment whatsoever

Because there is nothing to be attained

For there was nothing to begin with.

 

Once you realize this,

You become Free

And you can discard this imperfect boat of words

For you have crossed to the other Shore.

 

Sources of knowledge and inspiration:

http://www.buddhanet.net/pdf_file/heart_s2.pdf (English translation by Ven. Master Lok To from the version of Heart Sutra translated from Sanskrit to Chinese by Venerable Hsuan Tsang or Xuan Tzang)

http://buddhism.about.com/od/abuddhistglossary/g/skandhadef.htm (detailed definition of the Five Skandhas or the Five Aggregates)

http://www.dharmanet.org/HeartSutra.htm (different versions of English translations of Heart Sutra by different schools)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BOK8f7ZymDI (Heart Sutra mantra and song with Sanskrit lyrics and English subtitles)

Emptiness For…

I feel empty,

Wanting something,

Wishing something.

Is it desire?

Is it passion?

Is it wealth or fame?

 

Tempted by wordly pleasures,

My mind lingers in confusion.

Yet the ray of impermanence strikes,

All these desires would make sense if the body was eternal,

But it is NOT.

It shall soon rot and decompose.

 

What should I do then?

To accept Death as it is.

And use all your time in this temporal world to fully, truly,

Practice the Eternal,

That is Love my friend,

Fully Love in gratefulness,

In mindfulness,

In truthfulness.

Fill yourself with Love,

And you shall free yourself from Death!

Poem: Connecting Your Heart (Part I)

Part I

As I sit writing this poem,

The chair made by a worker machine supports my weight.

My feet touches the ground and it supports me.

Burning coal factories fire the electricity to the lamp above.

This air I breathe in and out is shared among all.

The water I need flows through all, unevenly.

These clothes I wear were made by factory workers from all around the world,

Most likely trapped in low wage work in order to survive this hierarchical world.

An organized, globalized world, fueled by desires for wealth, fame and power.

Projected through the lens of a prescribed system often called capitalism.

 

An abstract system that categorizes and divides real life according to

So called laws of demand and supply,

Shareholder value,

Price and other fancy names that express no meaning at all,

For they are all empty.

 

Empty of its own inherent existence,

Empty from the only thing that makes them real,

Connections.