It is important to remember that a dead Buddha is Buddha. I made that momentous head slapping discovery this weekend. After a long time study of the diamond sutra, coupled with the attainment of original nature, and being a fool in general, I came to the conclusion that the Dharmas are all empty, and that doing anything mindfully was the Dharma in action. After all, when you read a sutra, where is the Buddha? Why read about it, when you can just be it? Why abide in the rain when you are saturated?
Spending a month avoiding dharma talks, sutras and formal practice in general, mindfulness craftily over time slipped into the shadows, yeah, like a ninja! It lay in wait to ambush me for the moment I would do something unmindful and incur some karma. Well, the inevitable happened. It was a difficult day, and I was feeling grumpy and egotistical. I said something offensive (I'll spare the details) and wound up immediately regretting it. Karma is a wonderful teacher, like the divets on the side of the freeway. When you drowz behind the wheel andwander off the path, those wonderful little bumps bring everything back into focus.
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