Form is Empty

The last time I went home to visit my mother, I realized how much I miss her.  I miss how she was always there for me in company and in friendship. I miss her old form. Then all these practices on non-attachment just hit me – form is empty.

Things, people, experiences – they come and go, and we don’t really understand what that means until someone so dear to us has changed so drastically even before you can say, “wait a minute;  not yet!” But the deed is done and there’s nothing you can do, except live with what is here now. Truly practicing living in the present moment.

And in living in the present moment, practicing compassion towards oneself and others who are also affected by the experience.

May we all be well.

May we all be at peace.

May we all feel connected.

May we be willing to face fear and relinquish self-harm.

May we all be held in compassion.

May we be free from suffering and the roots of suffering.

The Silence

Here’s a little something I was inspired to write while I was in my first month-long silent retreat. Please take it with a grain of salt and allow yourselves to be humored by this person’s attempt at lyrical writing. Lol.

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The silence helps me

be more aware of the quality of my thoughts.

The silence helps me

be more aware of the workings of the ego.

The silence helps me

in training the mind towards the stillpoint.

The silence helps me

cultivate emptiness.

The silence helps me

see AS IS.

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Absolutes

There are no absolutes. As one of my teachers said,

Suffering ensues when we do not recognize our boundless nature.

Renunciation

I would like to share this poem that resonated deeply when I first heard it (while in savasana) at the Being Dharma retreat. It’s written by Jennifer Welwood, a psychotherapist and spiritual practitioner who I look forward to learning from one of these days.

RENUNCIATION

There will always be voices that promise you greatness and glory:

They call out from the worldly marketplace;

They call out from the spiritual marketplace;

They call out from the fill-your-holes-marketplace;

They call out from the bigger-better-more marketplace.

Do not buy their false promises, or purchase their ephemeral wares;

What fulfills for a moment is not worth the price of your soul.

There are heights that will lift you, but not when you try to ascend them;

There are powers that will fill you, but not when you make them your own.

There are treasures, and there are imitations of treasures.

If you have lost your true gold, at least turn away from the glitter.

Want only what is true.

This will lead you to the well of your deepest sorrows.

Follow that passageway, all the way down;

Become the dark emptiness of your absent core.

Be still. Don’t measure the waiting.

Be still. Let the waiting become a fire.

Be still. Let the fire show you its secret heart:

A strand of clear light running through you.

Gather yourself there, and the luminous universe opens.

In that vast expanse, fathomless, infinite ocean of light,

Lose yourself, and find yourself, and become what you already are.

© Jennifer Welwood