"what's good? (life's good) but not fair at all"Looking down at hands today, it occurred it's all a dream. By that I mean everything is passing, seemingly real, yet lacking distinct and separate existence once thought.
(--from What's Good, song by Lou Reed)
To study the Buddha way is to study the self.Forget about it! That's what Richie B. from Peconic Street would say with his tight lipped smile and nodding tilt of head. Mark called to say Richie, his uncle, died last week. (Requiescat in pace!)
To study the self is to forget the self.
To forget the self is to be enlightened by the ten thousand things [i.e., everything].
To be enlightened by the ten thousand things is to free one’s body and mind, and those of others.
-- Dogen Zenji, (1200 – 1253)
Begin therefore with yourself and forget yourself. Truly, if you do not begin by getting away from yourself, then wherever you flee to, you will find obstacles and trouble no matter where it is. If people seek peace in outward things, whether in places or in methods or in people or in deeds or in banishment or in poverty or in humiliation, however great or of whatever kind all this may be, this is all in vain and brings them no peace. Those who seek thus seek wrongly; the further they go the less they find what they are seeking. They are like a man who has taken a wrong turning: the further he goes, the more he goes astray. But what should he do? He should resign himself to begin with, and then he has abandoned all things. In truth, if a man gave up a kingdom or the whole world and did not give up self, he would have given up nothing. But if a man gives up himself, then whatever he keeps, wealth, honour or whatever it may be, still he has given up everything.Stepping into Bangor church the other day, there's a funeral mass for Marie going on. I sit in back pew. Priest talks about one carnation falling from bouquet. Holds it up. Finishes speaking. Walks it down to casket. Puts it on top. I get up. Guy in black coat watches me. I bow from back door. (Prego, Marie!) Leave.
--Meister Eckhart, (1260 – 1328)
Things are hardly ever fair.