Ahhhh…Bill Schwartz (@ryderjaphy on Twitter) is like my older Dharma-brother over at Elephant Journal. More experienced, old and hairy than myself, Bill rocks some Dharma on the digital pages and stirs the Vajrayana pot up every week or so. Not wanting to be left out I asked him to comment on Impermanence after being lulled by my last post by guest Tamara Levitt on “Finding Peace in Impermanence”. Other guest posts located here! Everything from emerging Buddhists to Atheists and Pagans…
“Don’t push your wisdom onto others; it doesn’t work.” Dzogchen Ponlop Rinpoche #emaho
I’ve been trying since this time of year back in the spring of 2006 to better understand how other Buddhists approach being Buddhists, but mostly it has been nothing but a lot of pushing and shoving with little to show for my efforts.
I began on MySpace with what seemed like a good idea at the time, a message board, but that really didn’t work for me (but given how the site was so hot back then it took me months of trying to tame that beast to realize I was wasting my time).
My life is a perfect storm of suffering (heart attack, congestive heart failure, elderly mother hip replacement, wife sole source of income being shown door months from being vested in pension plan) thirty years a practicing Buddhist notwithstanding.
Suffering is that which turned my mind towards the dharma as a child (dad died of an aneurysm of his aorta in 1972, 42 years old, sealed the deal for me) in the first place; I shudder at the thought there may be an antidote to that which my practice so depends.
I read it on the internet (so it must be true), all my years of practice (listening, contemplating, and meditating) was for nothing it seems; all I needed was to (fill in the blank with your opinion) and it would be all good as it should be (cue the unicorn).
It’s a good thing I haven’t the heart to stir the pot like I once was known to (as I was asked to do as guest blogger here); I would throw up a mighty wave of dharma (nirvana and suffering inseparable worthy of my well earned reputation).
I was invited to do the old school Tibetan Buddhist slap down of the via negativity of Zen for readers (like Nixon going to China, something only a great man can do), but instead I prefer to surf my wave of suffering, like the dharma bum I am (gladly free of being edited).
The argument, “I no longer worry about wrinkles thanks to Buddhism” hardly seems worth the effort of examining (tired of flaming that straw man) from a Tibetan Buddhist perspective of Mahamudra (I’m rumored to know something of; don’t believe a word of such nonsense).
All that would accomplish would be to piss off a bunch of people sincerely hoping Buddhism might be their secret I’m afraid; insert image of a smiling Tiger Woods before he drove into a fire hydrant fleeing his enraged golf club wielding wife (or whatever works for you).
So I’ll leave you with whatever you choose (no skin of my nose what other people do), and a Chogyam Trungpa Rinpoche quote
“If you have any doubt about whether you’re doing the meditation practice right or wrong, it doesn’t matter all that much.”
I regret not being a more entertaining guest (I enjoyed having not to answer any editor queries) but this is all I have to bring to the party (thank you for inviting me to ramble): a broken down tired old man with nothing to say and nobody listening.