If you are expecting anything normal, please skip to the next essay … oh wait, this is Docudharma, scourge of the intertron!
Nevermind.
String Around the Spiritual Finger
If compassion were
a person standing before me
or an animal, a tree,
or a chair or even a computer
or an I-pod,
I would bow before her, him, it
with some real confidence.
So write something
to effect you are not pure
but covered with slung shit,
encrusted, all sorts of gross images
till it can be seen, felt,
smelt, tasted, heard.
Then a shift of vision
to the lotus which grows
from that very exact same shit
and the vision I had a thousand
lifetimes ago about being
mired in that vile manure but
of my own free will
looking directly up at the
White Tara deity,
embodiment of compassion
from that foul pool
of obscuration and hopelessness,
and willingly feeling
I was contributing
to that compassion,
looking miraculously
upward, it was
no different than
standing in midtown
or wall street
walking down the street
never even thinking to
look up and then
you look up
and everything is
entirely different,
your view has
transformed.
a crazy thing!
so understand
and remember:
homage
to Tara is
homage to
compassion
1/22/09 – I didn’t have anything to blog about, but I wanted to drop in and make my dharmaniac mark for this is what I’m up to lately and what’s on me mind
