Since boyhood, playing with ninja stars in solitude amongst the dense foliage of my far backyard, I have always wondered whether a uniform reality could even exist… or whether this dreamscape of a lifetime is simply our own fabrication.
But what of this odd processing center that we call the mind – this unique aspect of ourselves that is within us but also appears as a cloud about our heads? What great complex simplicity could even imagine to hold your attention… what pureness of sense could even begin to plumb your truest depths?
Might I do better to worship the mind through calmness and calm the mind through worship?
And Spring, like the mind — is it not in fair companion with the idea of a cleanse?
The way things appear are just perceptions of the mind.
The mind itself is, from beginningless time, free of fabrications.
Understanding this, and not mentally clinging to the subject and object traces
Is a Bodhisattva practice.
- from The Thirty-Seven Bodhisattva Practices, a work authored by Gyalsé Tokmé Zangpo