In jealousy and foolish pride
greed hatred and delusion
we immolate our peace of mind
and suffer in confusion
Old fears and anguish quake the heart,
in place of ease a tightness comes –
releasing this …A…ཨ…o p e n n e s s
reveals the sameness of our “bones”
Each moment of our life will pass
as fresh or turbid waters
we have a choice…
in letting go
we are the the buddha’s daughters
‘Sisters under the skin’ could be this pictures title
of course ‘brothers/sons’ fit too – it just doesn’t rhyme as well!
I wrote this poem many years ago after some turbulent interactions helped me see how quickly I could still become enmeshed in reactivity.
People we find difficult to relate to are priceless for showing us our ‘pinch points’ or unresolved bruises, and then we can notice the depth of our limited, habitual, egoic response to freeze, withdraw or try to control the situation.
With this, the limited effectiveness of the scabs which act as a protective covering for old wounds is exposed. Picking at their edges is still painful…so there is incomplete healing.
Defensiveness, when there is some’thing’ to protect is a natural response… When there is directly seen to be no ‘thing’ as such, then resting in the spaciousness of openness works to resolve the tension. The primary locus of perspective is inclusive rather than individuated.
With this, the edges of the wound are brought together and the pain of separation, of being a truly separate other with the fear of annihilation by definition, is healed.
This may sound like a ‘happy ever after’ story… but it’s certainly not the case that all interactions then flow easily. But maybe more easily than they otherwise might because…
as the defensiveness of the ego decreases there is more of a sense of innate inclusion and with that sense, warmth increases and the defrosted softness allows other possibilities of engagement to come to mind.
There is space for the situation to evoke, rather than a habit which provokes, the response.
A screwdriver for a screw… a hammer for a nail…but ‘me’ as something rigidly defined is not useful for very much…!
We are all scions, reflections of the buddha-mind.
It’s in not seeing, recognising, realising that sameness…with that an absence of fixed internal/external definition….that self-other definition increases and the divisions of the world arise.
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