Anger: the monk’s little story

 

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An evening in Rancho Viejo, Texas. The ambience– so dramatic and beautiful. None can beat Nature’s own filter! Just like being in a 3 dimensional painting … #nofilter (Skyscape # 007)

The Little Story: To meditate alone with no interruptions, a monk decided to go to a nearby lake. He took a boat and moored it in the middle of the lake, closed his eyes and began meditating. After a few hours of uninterrupted solitude passed and he was in a deep meditative state, when suddenly, he felt the bump of another boat colliding with his own. His eyes were closed still, but he was agitated, and felt his anger rising.  By the time he opened his eyes, he was about to scream at the boatman who had so carelessly disturbed his meditation. On opening his eyes, however, he was startled to find that it was just another empty boat that probably got untethered and floated to the middle of the lake.

That moment the monk had a profound realization: all the anger was within him; it merely needed the bump of an external object to provoke it out of him. And that moment on, whenever he came across someone who irritated or provoked him to anger, he reminded himself that the other person was merely an empty boat; it is he who has the choice to react independent of the whatever the other person did.

There have been times when I would feel frustrated and hopeless about things and myself, and it gave way to so much anger I didn’t know I was capable of. It is easy when you think you have a wrongdoer in your life to blame. But in absence any villains, one confronts the stark reality of one’s own nature. After the fact, realizing how it was making others feel would kill me. I felt powerless and at mercy of this intensity of the emotion I had no explanation for. Thats when I stumbled upon this story.

It hit me in the head like a brick. Past the cleverness of the story and the intellectual stimulation such stories might give, a space needs to be created for a lot of work to be done on self: take it in, assimilate the knowledge, contemplate on it until it shines back out as wisdom, becoming a part of one’s nature.

I wonder if you can relate to it…

The Spirit of the Kites…

I stumbled upon this interesting WordPress weekly photo challenge. Check it out here to participate.

Mackinac Island, Michigan. Kites. Skyscape # 006. #nofilter.

THE SPIRIT OF THE KITES, AGAINST THE ODDS!

BEFORE we came, and after we arrived

The mountains moved, and the waters realigned

But gravity stayed, rigid, un-compromised.

 

FOUR kingdoms subservient to the Gravity gods

Yet these puny kites, how they soar ‘n how they drop

The spirit of the kites, flying against the odds

 

(The above picture shows summer skies of 2016 in Mackinac Island, Michigan. While the island and the waters and the people, all earthbound, were enjoying the the sunshine from down below, a dozen kites took flight and dared for the skies…)

 

 

 

The twilight tree… Skyscape # 005

Twilight, tree, sky, sunset.
The bare twilight tree. Skyscape # 005

THE TWILIGHT TREE

THE waning sun
The sky blue still
The night to come
The heart athrill

THE tree so bare
Looks up to the sky
The sunset’s glare
The darkness nigh

IT’S arms outspread
It’s soul inviting
A tree beckons
With love abiding

BOUND notwithstanding
Its Spirit free
All over, burning
The Twilight Tree..

Twilights are one of my favorite times of the day. It is a short time when two worlds merge, creating a third, evanescent one. This poem is dedicated to twilight and the witnessing tree.

 

 

Skyscape # 004 / A hundred little birds and more

A hundred or two birds perched on the tree tops
A hundred or two birds perched on the tree tops /Skyscape#004. (#nofilter)

It was a particularly sunny and warm day, and the sky was dotted with an amoeba-like shape made up of lots and lots of black wings, elongating and twisting, as the party moved from tree to tree. The above picture (no filter applied) is a moment in time when hundreds of birds were perched on the leaf-less tree tops, a sight to see as they stopped awhile, and before I knew it, they were soaring back in the fresh blue skies!

And below is the picture (transfer filter on iPhone). I love the color and how it changes the mood…

A hundred or two birds perched on the tree tops
A hundred or two birds perched on the tree tops (transfer filter on iPhone)

The Stars of Sunshine…

The stars of sunshine: a poem of love between the sun and the blue waters of the earth. Celebration of love this Saint Valentine’s Day. (No- too tacky!)

{Entry for WPC: Shine, Reflecting My other entry here:Reflections in Water}

Black and white, reflection, monochrome, photography,
Stars on water…

The Stars of Sunshine

The Sun is back
With all its might
Flying to the earth
At the speed o’ light
The liquid sky trembles
It’d pined all night
One fervent embrace n’
Countless stars of delight!

Sunlight dancing on water…

 

Yesterday was sunny, although not comfortably warm and a park nearby glowed. The stream reflected the abundant sunlight. I could watch the light dance on the shining blue waters for hours- it was so magical!

These pictures were taken to capture that magic. But could one ever really do that, fully?