Your Nature, Your Path

As I reflected my earlier years of journey in Buddhism, I used to have a lingering question repeating in my mind as to why some enlightened beings are perceived stern whereas some loving and some even impartial. In my simplistic thought, all awakened ones must surely have attributes that are similar with each other. Only years later did I realise that the qualities exhibited in each one are but enhance attributes of the individual. Say for instance, if the person is inclined towards compassion, the being will be seen more compassionate than another who advocate the attributes of, say, perseverance. If we were to take in example of Mother Quan Yin and Jesus, we will be able to recognise that both have different attributes.

And that comes to the question of the path we take in our spiritual journey. As the saying goes, all road leads to Rome. I myself have seen and tasted variant of teachings that are inclined towards enlightenment in my years of search for Truth. Some are effort base, some faith inclined and yet some wisdom inquiry that leads to understanding and realisation. Out of these three, there are variant of characters that come out of each, respectively. Why is that so? From my personal observation of the innate nature of the mind, I came to an understanding that it has much to do with the character traits of the individuals built from past lives till the present. You may have observed some babies who have yet to pick up values from their parents already exhibiting nature of their own, for example gentleness, hostility, friendliness etc.

That been said, I also observe how each mind inclines itself towards certain teachings. Undoubtedly, it has to be so, since it is the condition of the mind to attract its own similar conditioning – just as birds of the same feather flocks together. If you are one who is inclined towards punitive development, it won’t be a surprise that you will be attracted to teachings that requires strict discipline. Sometimes to the extent that if that particular teacher uses abusive words to convey a message, your mind too will incline itself to do the same, if not more other abusive words, to make your point. After all, the world is in your own making of the mind.

If one is by nature gentle, the above method will be seen as harsh or even impractical. Whichever way one is, he or she will one day come to realise directly that it is part and parcel of the nature of each mind rather than individual, that is playing up the character traits. Yet, before that realisation comes into space, it can be a pain to be associated with the opposite, whether it is the strict discipline associating with the gentle or the gentle with the strict discipline – both may not understand each other. The same too can be said of those who are determined in contrast to those who are gentle, inclining themselves towards clear comprehension (sampajanna). There is a tendency of seeing each other “wrong” – yet those thoughts can only arise when one does not have a wide angle wisdom to realise that it is a journey of each’s own. It is a question whether we are projecting our own delusion or extending our wisdom to look at an issue. As a Chinese proverb goes, the same type of rice can raise various kinds of individual.

There is always a tendency of comparing our journey with another, or even to judge their progress, no matter how subtle we may express them – this is a hallmark nature of delusion as it does not see that whatever it comments outside itself, is but its own, in comparison. It will be easy to notice whether there is delusion if one was to be honest and lookout in their mind for meanings of superiority, inferiority or even equality – for they are all pride of different levels. Until wisdom fully blossom, it is important to learn about the different nature of the mind in this world – thus agreeing to disagree is a useful attitude to have in our journey towards awakening, to maintain our inner peace. Others do not matter anymore.

Only to Realize

  • The river water
  • knows not the sea
  • arriving
  • merging
  • unknowingly
    • from where it was
    • where it is
    • to where it will be
    • water
    • was never separated
    • not even once
    • except meanings
    • of river
    • of sea
    • seemingly separated
  • where then is
  • beginning or end
  • except by meanings
  • of movement
  • of time
  • of hierarchy
    • for water
    • be it beginning
    • be it river
    • be it sea
    • be it ending
    • unseparated
    • never left
    • never gone
    • never begun
  • as vapor
  • as liquid
  • as ice
  • different in form
  • yet same
    • only concepts
    • of river
    • of sea
    • separates
    • yet water never was
  • the world
  • of humans
  • and others
  • only in form
  • seemingly separated
  • yet never was
    • two realities running
    • in parallel
    • intertwined
    • seemingly in opposite with another
    • yet both in one
    • except
    • to Wake up to each
    • one reality the other concept
  • nothing to reach
  • nothing to arrive
  • nothing to get
  • nothing to end
  • except to Realize

 

God and you was never something to arrive at, nor was it something to attain, though both meanings are frequently used to point towards a specific goal. It is a matter of waking up to a realization that in reality, nothing really happened except meanings conjured by the mind which leads to the illusionary separation.  You, the metaphor of a river is like trying to reach God, the ocean, yet both can never meet – the river and ocean are mere meanings. Can “you” then meet “God”? Yet, like water, a meeting has, will and always, been happening, except to wake up to that reality. What is stopping you is that you have yet to realize. To arrive at this realisation, the “you” have to die along with the meaning “God”, just as the meaning of river and the sea has to be put aside for water to be thoroughly seen. Only then, “God” can be realised without a name on it.

What is Life but another Story

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Your life is your story, and my life, my story. If by chance, yours and my story meets, another story comes to be. In this new found story, elements of each our own stories intertwine with one another, producing either a happy story or a sad one. Though there seems to be only one story from our meeting, a melting pot of both our stories, yet that story was never outside of us, except in each of us, as separate stories. There is a meet, a communication, and there is no doubt about that, yet there was never once a story that has been produced between both of us, for there was never a between, except our own storylines about it.

Even if we do not meet or, have not met, our non-meeting churns out yet another story, except unknown, untold. Whether there is a meeting or not, a story is constantly been unravelled. It may be called a story of “if only we have met earlier” or “if only we have not met”, yet both are already in the process of a story unfolding. Irrelevant whether we meet by eye contact, by a call, by physical intimacy, or by story churned out by another, each produces a new storyline, of its own.

Each story we have with someone or something, somewhat produce a tapestry of connections to our already written stories in our mind. There is no one story we connect that is not related to us, even if we think it is not relevant at all. Isn’t irrelevancy another story? No matter how we avoid, or shun, or keep mum, or participate, a story is made out of it. Etched in our mental library, each story defines our next course of perception. And it seems our future is invariably predictable, by the story we buy or not buy into.

There are stories that reinforce our already existing stories. There are stories that add a twist to our suspicious tales. There are stories that we think is worth spreading. There are stories we feel like keeping only to ourselves. There are stories that make us feel hurt. There are stories that make us feel great. There are stories that make us feel invisible. There are stories that make us feel incomplete, or complete. There are also guilty stories and fearful ones. Indeed many are our stories. If ever it were to be compiled and written, it may probably have occupied the entire space on earth.

Who on earth will read our stories? Aren’t we all story lovers? Or else movies would not have been created, or songs sang. Yet, unbeknownst, those who read another becomes their own. The news we read, the Facebook we interact, the mails we received – chunks and chunks of stories enter our heads. From a life of simplicity, we are beings of complexity, only of storylines.

The world is filled with stories, not histories. Yet, those stories are not found outside in the world except in each person’s mind. We are all a walking storyteller, storytelling ourselves to define each day. And when the day is over, another story unfolds, in another reality where I call it a dream, upon waking up from it.

What is life, but an unfoldment of stories? Which story is more real than another? Or is there any reality at all? I am certain when one finally wakes up from it all, probably these hundreds and thousands, and millions of stories will suddenly become meaningless. What is left then?