Sounds like fun...

Liberation through indulgence.

I have visited in my wanderings shrines and other places of pilgrimage,
But I have not seen another shrine blissful like my own body.

Eat and drink, indulge the senses,
Fill the mandala (with offerings) again and again,
By things like these you'll gain the world beyond.

Enjoying the world of sense, one is undefiled by the world of sense.

One plucks the lotus without touching the water.
So the yogin who has gone to the root of things
Is not enslaved by the senses although he enjoys them.

Even as water entering water
Has the same savour,
So faults and virtues are accounted the same
As there is no opposition between them.

snakes and ladders

"A householder, or a householder's son, or one born into some good family, hears that Dharma. Having heard it, he comes to feel faith in the Perfect One. Possessed of this faith, he reflects thus: 'The household life is cramped. It is a path choked with dust. To leave it is to come out into the open air. It is not easy for one who lives at home to lead the holy life in all its perfect fullness and purity, bright as mother-of-pearl. Surely I should now shave off my hair and beard, go forth into the homeless life.' In course of time, he gives up his possessions, be they many or few, and his circle of kinsmen, be it small or large, shaves off his hair and beard, puts on the yellow robe, and, leaving his home, goes forth into the homeless life."

what becomes to those returning to household life?
Or those that are stuck in between?


A life of renunciation VS. a life of a householder...


here they come...
the emerging dhammabums...
from the pits of hell,
transcending heavenly realms,
and welcome back!
like snakes and ladders,
we throw our dice,
test our luck,
call it parami,
someday we'll get there,
just have to wait and see...

Love and metta to all...
especially to all you dhammabums...

The chosen one

Do you think you have what it takes?

birth

I only have three months left in laylife. The Vassa or Buddhist lent day will begin on July 30.
Counting down my days.

Here I write to an empty audience. Crazy wisdom is what I or wecall it.

Random thoughts some might say.

Lack of mindfulness, rotten sila, broken vows and broken atthitannas...

The citta trips and stumbles. Dhamma torturing the kilesas. Kilesas overthrowing the Dhamma. My heart is in civil war.

To hell we must. To heaven maybe. Dhamma Dhamma Dhamma...oh Buddha Dhamma Sangha...