A person's ethics are known through
spending a long time with that person
and through not being inattentive.
A person's fortitude is known
through the way that person handles adversity
A person's wisdom is known over a long time
through discussing with that person matters of importance
Monday, 8 September 2008
Meditation on Equanimity
I have been hurt by what took place
The experience has left its pain and its wounds
There has been an anguish and distress over past events
I am not ready to forgive because of what happened
I cannot turn around my emotions that easily
Yet I do not want burning up inside
That means that the past still dominates my present
So let me try to get on with my life today
Let me develop equanimity to what was in order to keep steady with what is
There is no reason to place pressure on myself to forgive
But I will keep the intention to move on from the past
To maximise my contact with the present
In time, I may come to forgive as a way of transcending the situation
It will show that events no longer have control over my life
Then equanimity leading to forgiveness, if necessary, shows a true freedom of the heart.
The experience has left its pain and its wounds
There has been an anguish and distress over past events
I am not ready to forgive because of what happened
I cannot turn around my emotions that easily
Yet I do not want burning up inside
That means that the past still dominates my present
So let me try to get on with my life today
Let me develop equanimity to what was in order to keep steady with what is
There is no reason to place pressure on myself to forgive
But I will keep the intention to move on from the past
To maximise my contact with the present
In time, I may come to forgive as a way of transcending the situation
It will show that events no longer have control over my life
Then equanimity leading to forgiveness, if necessary, shows a true freedom of the heart.
Monday, 18 August 2008
Once? Twice? Thrice?
How often do we come across true love in ONE lifetime?
Once? Twice? Thrice… in ONE lifetime? How often does this happen?
What is true love?
For me, I think its falling in love with the intricacies of everyday life. The minutiae of delicate details. The regular pattern that one falls into and seeks solace. The acceptance that indeed, I can rest and fall back really just rest my tired soul. The stillness.
I think its when I made cucumber and cheese sandwiches for his lunch. I do remember wrapping them in aluminium carefully and hoping that he relished them. Even though he didn’t.. and ordered something else.
It was waiting for him to return back home after a long day at work even though I desperately counted the hours that were the longer than they seemed.
I ran to him and gave him a bear hug.. And listened to him narrate the happenings of his day with a soft smile radiating on my face, although I’d had a tormenting day. A day, wondering why I was there, what I was going to do-for the rest of my life… all those big questions.
It was waiting for him …looking outside the window for the sound of a car, a doorbell. Looking forward to the few hours we would spend together before he’d fall off to sleep..but the reassurance and comfort of sleeping on his strong shoulder was by far more satisfying for me to care. The knowledge that he cared for me was something I’d relax into and allow myself to appreciate and exist with- pushing aside and undermining all my fears.
So how often do these beautiful moments happen in ONE lifetime? How many times more will I have the opportunity to make cucumber and cheese sandwiches? To appreciate and experience that stillness? To rest on a strong shoulder? To wait for a doorbell and sit at the dinner table beaming from cheek to cheek?
Because every minute, moment was worth the while…
Once? Twice? Thrice… in ONE lifetime? How often does this happen?
What is true love?
For me, I think its falling in love with the intricacies of everyday life. The minutiae of delicate details. The regular pattern that one falls into and seeks solace. The acceptance that indeed, I can rest and fall back really just rest my tired soul. The stillness.
I think its when I made cucumber and cheese sandwiches for his lunch. I do remember wrapping them in aluminium carefully and hoping that he relished them. Even though he didn’t.. and ordered something else.
It was waiting for him to return back home after a long day at work even though I desperately counted the hours that were the longer than they seemed.
I ran to him and gave him a bear hug.. And listened to him narrate the happenings of his day with a soft smile radiating on my face, although I’d had a tormenting day. A day, wondering why I was there, what I was going to do-for the rest of my life… all those big questions.
It was waiting for him …looking outside the window for the sound of a car, a doorbell. Looking forward to the few hours we would spend together before he’d fall off to sleep..but the reassurance and comfort of sleeping on his strong shoulder was by far more satisfying for me to care. The knowledge that he cared for me was something I’d relax into and allow myself to appreciate and exist with- pushing aside and undermining all my fears.
So how often do these beautiful moments happen in ONE lifetime? How many times more will I have the opportunity to make cucumber and cheese sandwiches? To appreciate and experience that stillness? To rest on a strong shoulder? To wait for a doorbell and sit at the dinner table beaming from cheek to cheek?
Because every minute, moment was worth the while…
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