When you meet another bird

When you meet another bird

You learn to let go

Wow I’m not that special

Just a wondering bird among many

Perched in this world-tree

~

When you meet another bird

You learn to let go

Your worries, attachments and cravings

Fall down like cold snow

As it touches the witnessing Earth

It becomes the cool stream

That flows and flows and flows

Oh this stream has flowed through

Rivers and mountains and forests

And so it shall continue to be

~

When you meet another bird

You learn to be Free

Dharma and Love are not mutually exclusive

Love is Freedom

Not the egocentric selfish cage

That imprisons the soul

So be Free little bird

Fly and go see the world

Experience it and suffer from it

To finally internalize Buddha’s Noble Truths

~

Oh Lord Buddha

When will I stop craving?

The bird sings

You have a long way to go

Perhaps

When you flow through

Enough lives and experiences and sufferings

You will let go

Let go of all

And dwell in Nothingness

Freedom of Thought

Freedom of thought

Like a bird

Flying around the world

 

Fearless

Like a phoenix

Burning up impurities to ashes

 

Brave

Like a snow-lion

Hunting high up in the mountains

 

Mighty

Like a tiger

Roaming the dark wilderness

 

Grounded

Like a tortoise

Shelled by the Dharma

 

Flowing

Like a fish

In the pure River of Life

 

Sprouting

Like a bamboo tree

Up into the heavenly Sky

 

Blossoming

Like a lotus

To spread its inner beauty to the world

 

Free

Like the wind

Like the sound

Like the energy of Love

Echoing throughout the Universe

Nameless Freedom

Nameless freedom

Is what I search

Nameless freedom

Is what I long

 

Five elements dance within

Fire burns strong

Water flows clean

Wood grows long

Metal refines pure

All ready to endure

Explosive chaos

To eternal Harmony

 

By the clear lake of mind

The lotus heart tingles

Ready to blossom

And spread Love into the world

 

By the clear lake of mind

The dragonfly flies

In circles

Teaching the impermanence of life

 

By the clear lake of mind

The fisherman knits his net of interdependence

Ready to catch

The erroneous fish of isolated existence

 

By the clear lake of mind

The woodcutter sharpens his axe of wisdom

Ready to chop down

The vine-tree of ignorance

 

By the clear lake of mind

The yogi meditates

Ready to battle his ego

To finally realize Shunyata

 

By the clear lake of mind

A bird is perched

On the tree of illusory existence

Singing

 

Nameless freedom

Is what I search

Nameless freedom

Is what I long

 

Sing with me

My friend

Only together

Freedom shall be found

Quando cantas, pequeno pássaro? (When will you sing, little bird?)

Em Março toda a acção se junta

Na Primavera o tempo pergunta

Quando cantas, pequeno pássaro Buddha?

 

O Inverno tem sido muito frio

A tua voz o mundo necessita

Agora só se escuta

O rugido do vento da Morte

Que ceifa vidas

Dos fracos e dos fortes

Pessoas que ainda não ouviram a tua doce voz do Dharma.

 

Ouve-se o assobio das bombas que caem

Os gritos da Terra violada

O disparo dos tiros que cortam o choro das crianças inocentes

Rasgando os coracões dos seus parentes

Como se vive sem coração?

 

Quão grande será o sofrimento destes pais culpados?

Que vivem mais tempo que os seus pequenos

Como se libertarão das cicatrizes de uma esterilização forçada?

Como se liberatarão da raiva?

Da vontade de retribuição

De mais e mais sofrimento no ciclo da existência

Como se libertarão?

 

Só a tua doce voz do Dharma…

Só a tua doce voz do Dharma…

 

Em Março toda a acção se junta

Na Primavera o tempo pergunta

Quando cantas, pequeno pássaro Buddha?

 

Dharma como fruta se madura

Para chegar a Primavera

Três estações se espera

Para o brilho da Lua Cheia

Três fases se transforma

Para o caminho a Deus começar

Sete pecados mortais se expia

Para o Buddha em si acordar

As quatro Nobres Verdades se internaliza

Para a Lótus de Oito Pétalas se abrir

O Caminho Óctuplo se pratica

 

Lá dentro

O pequeno pássaro Buddha espera…

 

Em Março toda a acção se junta

Na Primavera o tempo pergunta

Quando cantas, pequeno pássaro Buddha?

 

Em Março

Primavera chega

Dharma madura

Lua Cheia brilha

O caminho a Deus começa

Buddha acorda

A Lótus de Oito Pétalas abre

E o pequeno pássaro Buddha canta!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Horse Owner

Once upon a time there was a horse owner who lost all his horses. Very sad and lonely, he went for a walk into the forest and stumbled upon a strong dark horse lost in it. This horse was stronger and taller than all his previous horses. The horse looked lost and confused in the forest so the horse owner tried to go help it. The horse owner approached the dark horse and tamed it with his kindness. Soon the horse started to follow and work for him. The owner could ride this horse everywhere at very fast speed. This dark horse would work very hard to follow any of the owner’s orders and the owner would praise and reward the horse for its hard work. Time went on, and the owner and the horse developed a relationship. Yet the dark horse had one very bad quality. It was very jealous and always wanted the owner to have full attention on it. Everytime the owner would ride another horse or even be friendly towards another horse, the dark horse would get very jealous and angry. And when the owner would try to ride the dark horse again, this horse would show its anger to the owner—the horse would jump around, go very fast, suddenly stop and make the owner fall and get hurt. The owner—sad, hurt and terrified didn’t know how to deal with the horse… Should I continue riding this horse? Should I run away from this horse? Should I find a new horse? This dark horse was very strong, powerful and scary so the owner didn’t know how to deal with it. Very worried, the owner got very sad and sick. Until one day, the owner realized that although he had lost all his horses, he still had lots of friends and relatives who really loved him and are ready to help him. Then the owner went to seek for help from his close friends and relatives and together they found a solution for ways to deal with the dark horse. You can still be friends with the dark horse but you can’t let it control your life. You can live without a horse but can’t live without your loved friends and relatives.

I dedicate this story to all those who suffer from their personal dark horses. Be strong, don’t be afraid and remember your close friends, teachers and/or relatives are there for you. Take the initiative, talk to them and they will help out. Stay strong and have faith.

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)