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[May. 25th, 2008|01:03 pm]
internal cultivation through motion and presence

hsing_qi

[drunkenwanderer]
Jesus wept.

i'm no christian, but this is the shortest verse in the bible, and it's a true gem. even Jesus wept for the suffering of others. to be christ-like, to be buddha-like, is to be with joy AND with pain. but not necessarily with suffering. not necessarily with resistance (which i believe to be the root of suffering).

our spiritual practices can plunge us into ever-present awareness on a regular basis, and in that state we can feel tremendous joy at the absolute perfection of all things and the silliness of all the minutia. there is no separation between anything. this creates a deep well of stillness and peace that never leaves. this is part of what we cultivate in consistent meditation.

but this is not at all an escape from the pain of the relative world that we all experience. part of the process of thinning the veils which separate us from realization of the ever-present is dissolving our defenses, being vulnerable and open. dissolving our denials and avoidances. and what we find is that we are actually open to MORE pain than before, but with the cultivation of ever-present alongside it, our ability to handle the pain grows even faster than our sensitivity to it. we become richer and more alive, in ALL dimensions.


so we can feel the hurt in the world more exquisitely than ever before, yet at the same time it burdens us less than ever before.

it's totally within character to see and feel the pain of the world and cry so hard...

AND,

to see and feel the perfection and laugh in the joy of realizing that there really are no 'others' to save.



there is no one to save...
and i commit my life to saving them...

i laugh myself to tears.
...and i cry myself to sleep.


and i'll do it all again.


and that's all part of the richness and fullness of this absurdity that is life.
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