On 8/10/2012 4:46 AM, mike brown wrote:
Anyway, I'm glad that we've wasted god knows how many posts to
condense it down to this - my attachment to the sutras. This I assume
then, applies to every other student of the Buddhist sutras?
No, only to the grave robbers. Maybe some have also wasted their time in
this. Or did you think this was just between you and me?
Some appear to decide whether they pick the bones, whether they build
them into a raft, whether they launch it over the horizon, whether they
paddle or drift. They cannot decide whether they get turned about in the
tumult and returned to the same shore - now realized none other than the
other they had sought. 'The undiscovered country' never not here. Some
abandon the raft, some set it ablaze as a beacon - calling to those
adrift, warning those contemplating such a crossing, offering it's
warmth to all who would sit by it. Some go on to build temples and
places to keep the dead bones...
Some appear to realize this in an instant, simply looking at a piece of
charred driftwood. Just more dead bones.
Some remain at sea, never seeking safe harbor, neither lost nor found.
Flotsam and jetsam pass in the passing.
Such is our conversation. Two ships passing in the night.
Sorry that I haven't gotten that far yet.
"Is that so?"
"Don't know"
Those who think they can know where they are not, trust the maps too
much. When you lift your head from the page, and rise from the cushion,
are you not always where when you began? Without destination, one is
never lost. We all wander here.
"Don't know"
Or as 'The Most Interesting Man in the World' ® says: "Stay thirsty my
friend."
KG
