Benefit Others

Hole in the wall...
Hole in the wall…

Instead of spending time
getting rid of of the clouds
go right to the Sky!

Whatever we do
it is extraordinarily important
to proceed with correct motivation:
the wish to break through
To Unconditioned Reality,

And,

Having gained access
To our innate
Wisdom and Compassion,
benefit others.

Attributed Rev. Master Daizui MacPhillamy
To the very end R.M.Daizui’s motivation was to benefit others.

It is a clear blue sky day, in every way. Clouds come and go to give the sky shape and texture.

Daizui Remembered

Rev. Master Daizui at Throssel Hole Buddhist Abbey
Rev. Master Daizui at Throssel Hole Buddhist Abbey

The Great Silence
enfolds the world.

Who could have guessed
Its tenderness?”
Daizui MacPhillamy

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He died in his own bed
Ten years to the day.

Shortly before
a snowflake
fell on his face.

He smiled,
he was home.

I miss him still, his council in particular. Today alone, driving south I spoke out loud. Telling him about this and that, asking into the thin clear air.

There is that which is not born, and does not die.

Lambs in coats

lambsThe news is full of facts about how cold it has been this March. The coldest March since 1962 I believe. That was the year the swans were frozen into our local river in East Sussex. Somebody must have cut them free since I can’t remember seeing them dead. Even so Easter weekend was sunny and had people out on the street enjoying the fun of special events in the area. The local heritage railway was steaming as is their custom with excited children bouncing up the platform to climb aboard. A train whistle still heralds a quickening with excitement. I passed up an offer of a footplate ride in favour of a hot cup of tea in the (stationary) buffet car, a decision hardly believable to true train enthusiasts.

Walking out in the fields during the weekend we came upon several dead lambs. So sad. It is customary to recite the scripture, Adoration of the Buddha’s Relics for dead creatures. Oh and sometimes give them a name too. Basically one does a shortened form of an animal funeral, a blessing.

Walking on, gangs of lively lambs rustled as they ran and jumped in their plastic coats, something I’d not seen before. This afternoon I inched my way towards the two lambs in the photograph amazed that I could get so close. Trusting? Or simply content to stay put in their warming plastic coats?

It is so good to feel well enough to walk, to join with the leaping energy of these young creatures. There is much to be grateful for.