Thursday, October 27, 2011
Tuesday, October 11, 2011
Monday, October 10, 2011
ආයුධය මුල් කොට වදාල දෙසුම.
සැවැත් නුවර ජේතවන අසපුවේදීය.
එකත්පස්ව සිට ඒ දෙවියා භාග්යවතුන් වහන්සේ සමීපයේ මේ ගාථාව පැවසුවා.
" ආයුධයකින් පහර කෑවා වාගේ, හිස ගිනිගත්තා වාගේ ඒ භික්ෂුව කාමාශාව නැතිකරල දාන්ට සිහි නුවණින් ඉන්ට ඕනෙ."
භාග්යතුන් වහන්සේ: " ආයුධයකින් පහර කෑවා වාගේ , හිස ගිනිගත්තා වාගේ, ඒ භික්ෂුව සක්කාය දිට්ඨිය නැතිකරල දාන්ට , සිහි නුවණින් ඉන්ට ඕනෙ."
සාදු! සාදු! සාදු!
Sunday, October 9, 2011
The bell tolls at four in the morning.
I stand by the window,
barefoot on the cool floor.
The garden is still dark.
I wait for the mountains and rivers to reclaim their shapes.
There is no light in the deepest hours of the night.
Yet, I know you are there
in the depth of the night,
the immeasurable world of the mind.
You, the known, have been there
ever since the knower has been.
The dawn will come soon,
and you will see
that you and the rosy horizon
are within my two eyes.
It is for me that the horizon is rosy
and the sky blue.
Looking at your image in the clear stream,
you answer the question by your very presence.
Life is humming the song of the non-dual marvel.
I suddenly find myself smiling
in the presence of this immaculate night.
I know because I am here that you are there,
and your being has returned to show itself
in the wonder of tonight's smile.
In the quiet stream,
I swim gently.
The murmur of the water lulls my heart.
A wave serves as a pillow
I look up and see
a white cloud against the blue sky,
the sound of Autumn leaves,
the fragrance of hay-
each one a sign of eternity.
A bright star helps me find my way .
I know because you are there that I am here.
The stretching arm of cognition
in a lightning flash,
joining together a million eons of distance,
joining together birth and death,
joining together the known and the knower.
In the depth of the night,
as in the immeasurable realm of consciousness,
the garden of life and I
remain each other's objects.
The flower of being is singing the song of emptiness.
The night is still immaculate,
but sounds and images from you
have returned and fill the pure night.
I feel their presence.
By the window, with my bare feet on the cool floor,
I know I am here
for you to be.
This poem is about an insight related to vijnanavada. It is a difficult poem, fit to be explained in a course on vijnanavada. You are there for me, and I am here for you. That is the teaching of interbeing. The term interbeing was not yet used at that time. Although we think of the Avatamsaka when we hear the term interbeing,the teaching of interbeing also has its roots in vijttanavada, because in vijnanavada, cognition always includes subject and object together.
Consciousness is always consciousness of something.
Monday, October 3, 2011
The leaf tips bend
under the weight of dew.
Fruits are ripening
in Earth's early morning.
Daffodils light up in the sun.
The curtain of cloud at the gateway
of the garden path begins to shift:
have pity for childhood,
the way of illusion.
Late at night,
the candle gutters.
In some distant desert,
a flower opens.
And somewhere else,
a cold aster
that never knew a cassava patch
or gardens of areca palms,
never knew the joy of life,
at that instant disappears-
man's eternal yearning.