My Lojong Slogan for contemplation today:
“Regard all dharmas as dreams.”
I am reading from Chögyam Trungpa’s commentary: Training the Mind
This slogan has always surprised and awakened me when I have read it. There is something about it which touches upon the ethereal and fleeting quality of our experience and memory. Something about it which is magical and also reminds us that there are so many fluid dimensions to what may appear solid and concrete.
As I reached for another book about an hour after reading this slogan, it opened to this poem, which dances along the same dreamy nature of the slogan.
are so perfect
I can hardly believe
their lapped light crowding
Nobody could count all of them––
the muskrats swimming
among the pads and the grasses
can reach out
their muscular arms and touch
only so many, they are that
rife and wild.
But what in this world
I bend closer and see
how this one is clearly lopsided––
and that one wears an orange blight––
and this one is a glossy cheek
half nibbled away––
and that one is a slumped purse
full of its own
Still, what I want in my life
is to be willing
to be dazzled––
to cast aside the weight of facts
and maybe even
to float a little
above this difficult world.
I want to believe I am looking
into the white fire of a great mystery.
I want to believe that the imperfections are nothing––
that the light is everything––that it is more than the sum
of each flawed blossom rising and fading. And I do.