Things have been rather dark around the household here lately. A beloved cat passed suddenly and he was only 6 years old. I loved him, but was never too close to him. He was, however, one of my mom's favorites. Mom, like me, feels that animals are equal to people. So, she's been suffering a lot. In a constant state of despair.
It does something to a child, something horrendous, when you see your parent suffering. It doesn't matter how old you are either. Whether you're 7 or 60, seeing one of your parents breaking down and wailing rocks you to the core.
I've talked to Mom a bit about Zen, and she appreciates a few of aspects of it. She's a life long Roman Catholic, so she interprets it all through that worldview, which is all right. Yet I dare not offer her philosophy at a time like this. When we're grieving, when we're in despair, words reveal their hollowness. So, I've just been offering the wordless Dharma... kindness.
Honestly, seeing her break down and hold Eddie in her arms sent me on quite a tailspin. Felt anger, intense anger at the laws of nature. This led to what I can only call a "profound disgust." Like satori with teeth. It gutted me, tore me apart and everything started to waver and I literally almost vomited. Then... I let go and my suffering was just smoke. There was still suffering, but its flow was different. Felt "her" suffering clearly. Realized that when we let go of clinging and craving, that's when we really see and feel people. It makes the Eightfold Path as natural as breathing or pooping.
The next day, Dad and I went into town for some groceries and I was delighted to be around people. So many of them, all suffering in their own way. All in need of a little kindness and I could really see them, as if I was seeing them for the first time. And all I wanted, all I needed to do, was help anyway I could. This is what caused my "dumbing down" of Zen practice. Like Ikkyu (my spirit animal) said, "The wise know nothing. Well, maybe one song."
Anywho, still a tough road ahead with Mom. Feel her suffering deeply, because we're not two, but I'll stick by her and help however possible. Sorry for the rant, just felt compelled to share in case anyone has experienced something similar. Being pushed beyond the breaking point, into despair that can't be rationalized or cognized, and then letting go, being with it and watching it all evaporate. Much love and compassion to you Sangha.
Gassho, John
Sat Today
When we let go
Of our dukkha
We bear witness
To the dukkha at large
It does something to a child, something horrendous, when you see your parent suffering. It doesn't matter how old you are either. Whether you're 7 or 60, seeing one of your parents breaking down and wailing rocks you to the core.
I've talked to Mom a bit about Zen, and she appreciates a few of aspects of it. She's a life long Roman Catholic, so she interprets it all through that worldview, which is all right. Yet I dare not offer her philosophy at a time like this. When we're grieving, when we're in despair, words reveal their hollowness. So, I've just been offering the wordless Dharma... kindness.
Honestly, seeing her break down and hold Eddie in her arms sent me on quite a tailspin. Felt anger, intense anger at the laws of nature. This led to what I can only call a "profound disgust." Like satori with teeth. It gutted me, tore me apart and everything started to waver and I literally almost vomited. Then... I let go and my suffering was just smoke. There was still suffering, but its flow was different. Felt "her" suffering clearly. Realized that when we let go of clinging and craving, that's when we really see and feel people. It makes the Eightfold Path as natural as breathing or pooping.
The next day, Dad and I went into town for some groceries and I was delighted to be around people. So many of them, all suffering in their own way. All in need of a little kindness and I could really see them, as if I was seeing them for the first time. And all I wanted, all I needed to do, was help anyway I could. This is what caused my "dumbing down" of Zen practice. Like Ikkyu (my spirit animal) said, "The wise know nothing. Well, maybe one song."
Anywho, still a tough road ahead with Mom. Feel her suffering deeply, because we're not two, but I'll stick by her and help however possible. Sorry for the rant, just felt compelled to share in case anyone has experienced something similar. Being pushed beyond the breaking point, into despair that can't be rationalized or cognized, and then letting go, being with it and watching it all evaporate. Much love and compassion to you Sangha.
Gassho, John
Sat Today
When we let go
Of our dukkha
We bear witness
To the dukkha at large
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