Tag Archives: Buddha Nature

No Greater Beauty

Don’t worry if you feel you can only do
one tiny good thing in one
small corner of the cosmos.
Just be a Buddha body in that one place.

Thích Nhất Hạnh

Every morning, I wake to my “small corner of the cosmos.” Its immensity is never lost on me. Mine is not to save or change the world but to be a “Buddha body.”

I meet the energy of each day, exploring the field of possibilities. Chronic illness may confine me but it does not keep me from a virtual walk within the world. Mine is to offer something somewhere.

Everything counts. No one act is greater than another; there is no sliding-scale in courage. Compassion comes in all sizes and shapes. There is no greater beauty.

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Rare is my glimpse of Buddha nature, the world in full bloom, balanced in the hush of the moment. It’s humbling and reassuring but always, there is the question of being worthy.

Mary Oliver says “we need beauty because it makes us ache to be worthy of it.”

Being a Buddha body is to know such an ache.

Aim for Even posts offer equanimity a dose at a time. No day or dose is ever the same, even if the aim is. You may read about the origins of Aim for Even here or on this site’s About page.

Staying in the Mix

It seems to me that our three basic needs,

for food and security and love,

are so mixed and mingled and entwined

 that we cannot straightly think of one without the others.

 M.F.K. Fisher

This quotation reminds me of the Oneness of us all, the wholeness of the human experience. So often I single out—separate to solve.   

It is not that each need cannot use a day of airing out, an examination to be sure all is well. That’s healthy. Yet, if all seems well, I’m tempted to make sure it stays that way. sunday-anhingas-0313

“Don’t fix what ain’t broke” is its own kind of sense except I am not a stagnant being. To be alive is to change; it is the essence of my nature.

Love will wither if left all on its own; as well will the body hunger if nourished without love; what was once a secure sense of being tumbles quickly into a fearful one.

It is the mix and mingle—the entwining— that restores my balance. Oneness is the constancy, the backdrop against which the chaos of life plays out.

Separate, I cannot “straightly think” of the mix and mingle that is me.

Aim for Even posts offer equanimity in daily doses. No day or dose is ever the same, even if the aim is. You may read about the origins of Aim for Even here or on this site’s About page.

 

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Fine-Tuning: Finding the Unique in the Familiar

heart-of-tree-0713“Not too tight, not too loose,”* the elegant simplicity of balance, whether we are tuning a musical instrument or practicing equanimity.

We aim for even, ever adjusting to the energy current, riding out its waves.

Inevitably, imbalance finds balance only to go out-of-balance. It is the ride of a lifetime, energy inventing and reinventing itself endlessly, in one experience after another ever in harmony.

We meet ourselves time and again

in a thousand disguises on the path of life.

Carl Jung

We may come to see every face we meet as a mirror but to find the unique in the familiar is to expand our life experience.Sea Oat 1013

To make the sitar sing is to adjust each string, “not too tight, not too loose.” To live is to fine-tune ourselves between too much and not enough. It is how we find our song among all the others.

There is no one anything for all, no normal that stays. The nature of being is change.

To live is to fine-tune.

Nothing remains; everything passes by.
The only thing that always abides is your witnessing.

That witnessing brings balance.
That witnessing is balance.

~Osho~

*The phrase, “not too tight, not too loose” is associated with a well-known story about the Buddha and a sitar player. The Buddha compares the practice of life to tuning the strings of the sitar: “not too tight, not too loose.”

Aim for Even posts offer equanimity in daily doses. No day or dose is ever the same, even if the aim is. You may read about the origins of Aim for Even here or on this site’s About page. 

 

Sunday Solitude

Sunday solitude, a mind’s eye collage of images remembered or caught on camera–one a reminder of the other. Sometimes, the image is fresh; it is that long forgotten. Regardless, they are their own parade.

My Sunday solitude feels a bit magical, this collage of nature, as one image turns into another. It reminds me of the illusion of the magician yet in awareness, all is revealed.

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When I come across photos long forgotten or when an image just pops up in my mind’s eye, I am in that moment of nature, new and fresh. It is a part of the parade revealed anew.

Sunday solitude is a walk through nature, the unknown shrouded in the midst of the known. I sit in stillness–in the wonder of it all—watching the parade pass by.

In my home I am in the world.

Aim for Even posts offer equanimity in daily doses. No day or dose is ever the same, even if the aim is. You may read about the origins of Aim for Even here or on this site’s About page. 

The Stroke of the Artist

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The reason everything looks beautiful is because it is out of balance,

but its background is always in perfect harmony.

This is how everything exists in the realm of Buddha nature,

losing its balance against a background of perfect balance.

Shunryu Suzuki

If I look closely at the painting that is my life, its background is in perfect balance, allowing me to lose and regain myself moment after moment.

I am the artist’s brush, swirling with my color of choice, stroke after stroke on the canvas that is my moment in Buddha nature.

Buddha nature does not allow me to slide through my life or it does. The choice is mine. In any given moment, it is up to me how aware I am.

Life is ever in flux, neither ending nor beginning only being–not a snapping of photographs or a study in stillness but a series of scene changes, the stroke of the artist.

That is the life experience, brushstrokes against the background of Buddha nature.

Aim for Even posts offer equanimity in daily doses. No day or dose is ever the same, even if the aim is. You may read about the origins of Aim for Even here or on this site’s About page.