“Was not their mistake once more bred of the life of slavery that they had been living?—a life which was always looking upon everything, except mankind, animate and inanimate—‘nature,’ as people used to call it—as one thing, and mankind as another, it was natural to people thinking in this way, that they should try to make ‘nature’ their slave, since they thought ‘nature’ was something outside them” — William Morris

Thursday, June 16, 2011

Mantra on the Beach

Beaches are good places to practice, I find. And when I say practice I mean practice meditation. I'm working with Vajrasattva at the moment, who basically is a totally transparent, crystalline Buddha emanating a brilliant white light not unlike the brilliant seafoam on the waves as they curled towards Drake Beach a couple of days ago. So I did a few hundred of his mantra, it's a hundred syllables long and you can get really lost in it.

As I continued I began to become aware that the sand was sparkling. I like that line of PM Dawn: “Is it possible that I might decompose / And reassemble as a spark in a rose.” Some Bodhisattvas do indeed become sparkles in a glass as you hold it to the light.

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