Regard All Dharmas As Dreams

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.

The Ponds

Every year
the lilies
are so perfect
I can hardly believe

their lapped light crowding
the black,
mid-summer ponds.
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
is perfect?

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
unstoppable decay.

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.

-Mary Oliver