The unbearable
So what is Buddhist practice? What does it have to do in the world? As Bernie Glassman would say, to bear witness, to witness the unbearable, to apply the warmth of attention to all. Realize that we are both killers and killed. We are the one behind the gun, we are the one crying and falling. That violence and crualty and racism is just here, in us. And the wish is to allow what is nurturing, flowing, life-giving too.
I cannot do much about all this horror but plough my own field. Sit, sing, live, love. And witness the unbearable in me.
This is just a reminder. A few pictures of genocides and crimes in the name ideology, economy, religion...
And this why I write poetry, and no, my blog is not sweet.
Don't you have eyes to see? Pol Pot, Staline, communist dudes, Bush, whether you are Turkish, French, German, English, Japanese...It is all about being human. It is about everyone of us.
Whether you sit or not, please bear witness.
1 Comments:
Thanks, thanks for all sweet friend. I know how much you understand this, like everyone of us, you are going through it much more aware than everyone else. Great artist, great soul. Simple breathing human being. So are you.
Love.
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