Friday, 7 September 2007

Ra Emptiness Two!

Friday 3:45p.m.
More from the Readings on the Six Yogas of Naropa by Glenn Mullin. This bit is from Milarepa:

For those of weaker minds the omniscient Buddha taught,
To accord with the predispositions of those to be trained,
That objects of knowledge have real existence;
But from the perspective of higher truth, nothing
From a hindering spirit to a buddha has real existence.

There are no meditators, no objects of meditation,
No spiritual progress, no path with signs,
No resultant kayas, no wisdom,
And therefore no nirvana.

Soley by means of names and mental labels
The stable and moving elements of the three worlds
Are established; in reality from the very beginning
They are unproduced, uncreated, baseless, and innately unborn.

There is no karma nor ripening effects of actions,
And therefore even the name "samsara" does not exist.
This is the sense of the final truth.


I started the re-write of The Real McCoy yesterday and afterwards felt happy for a while. Strange feeling. I remember feeling a lot like that a week ago. The frame you think in is conditioned by so many things, some of them completely outwith your control, it seems. Like, people you know killing themselves. Then there's the hangovers, the food you eat, how tired you feel, the flatheids you hang around with, etc., etc. Thank god that at the end of the day it's all a lot of emptiness!!!

I was meditating in the hut this morning from half nine till I heard the one o clock gun. After lunch, the meditations went superbly. Down at Brian Wilson's tonight the only person who meditates in the room will be moi. I'll have to listen to the flatheid view of reality all evening, but I think I might just give up and get pissed. I'll pretend its a wake. Wakes are better than parties. You never see people being fed up at wakes!

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

Good point re wakes, maybe I should insist that for every party the bliss partner drags me to, we go to a wake the next time.

Hotboy said...

Albert? You need to be Irish and have the benefits of requiem masses and such. Heathens don't do it! Hotboy