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Sukha and Dukkha

4/10/2025

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I’m fascinated by the intersection of emptiness and metta.

This month I received a birthday gift that I did not want - a flare up of chronic SI joint and gluteal muscle pain. Still there was significant appreciation for emptiness teachings.

I wasn’t a victim of a single cause or condition. Nor was I an expert on perfect management in extinguishing the burning sensations of pain. Perceptions of pain were determined by my relationship to it. When it took center stage, the attention shrunk, and there wasn’t much space for anything else.

Seeing and sensing through the eyes of the Brahmaviharas, the areas of pain transformed into an island of discomfort in a sea of healing modalities and support. The attention stretched to include ice, Advil, supportive family members, joy for my partner getting back in shape, a compassionate physical therapist, concerned patients expressing empathy, an image in supine meditation posture of the heart space pumping a champagne like bubbly substance to the rest of the body that softened, soothed, and allowed experience to be as it was, even held in celebration.

What if time is empty - past, present future - all empty of a single cause or condition that made me? What if this pain is not mine, and belongs to a divine intelligence?

The universal song is composed of both high and low notes. When dukkha arises, may I remember that others experience this, too. When sukkha arises, may others experience this, too.

“When self, time, separation, and even suffering are seen as empty, a devotion to the endless commitment of love is felt without burden.” (Seeing that Frees, Pg 327)
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"The Medicine"

3/23/2025

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Don’t lose yourself.
Don’t assume you know 
what I need either.
Create what you need 
out of this image for healing,
and discover that I am more
than your limiting ideas 
of what others need.

All being suffer, have this volcanic
eruption of dukkha from within-
undigested material that 
attacks only in darkness 
when one is most vulnerable.
What is the remedy, the tincture 
of trust that will cure?
Grant me autonomy
and I will show you…

*****

There is humility in this image, the image that I thought was me and is now more than mine. “The Medicine” for my suffering changes moment to moment, day to day. “The Medicine” for the suffering of others also changes moment to moment, day to day.

What a gift to be able to stay close to myself, to fill out and resonate with the energetic and emotional body, to cultivate space and ease in this vihara, to impact space and ease in others.

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Benevolent breath
Fill me with purpose
Receive my inadequacy
As a distant memory
You are the baseline beat
To every song I sing
My entry into this world
My exit off this stage
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Stay with me
Remain with me
Watch and pray
That I fill this body
Completely 
To honor you
To know myself
To sense the song in others
And begin the improvised duet 

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Contraction & Expansion

2/20/2025

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Pink Rose: Bud to Blossom by avissarahmanita

There is never a dull moment to practice.

Is it night sweats caused by extra spice or sugar from dinner last night, a muscle spasm from a disturbing dream, or something else? The condition has been ongoing for three years, evading a specific diagnosis, even by my own medical mind.

I do not like this mysterious condition that causes a significant portion of the back body and limbs to tense and contract. Trying to attack it with many modalities, including hormone replacement therapy, dietary changes, cooling the ambient temperature of the room, more conscientious and calming sleep hygiene before bed, I'm up again this morning before the alarm.

Fearful and frustrated, I’m inspired to try a different approach. Laying on my back, the support of the bed supported by the earth is grounding. Compassionate breath fills the whole body with a soothing, intimate massage from the inside out. Metta flows in abundance. A fire is lit in the heart’s hearth in reverence for this phenomenon, trusting the body's wisdom for a meaningful practice to arise.

Susurrations of the words contraction and  e x p a n s i o n  are heard from another dimension, imploring me to embody them in this one. I realize I’m dealing with a duality! A vision of a flower expanding in sunlight on the inbreath and contracting in darkness on the outbreath begins to fill the body. Expansion depends on contraction; contraction is born from expansion.

I slow the breathing down intentionally to feel the whole transition of bud to blossom, growth to compression. Bud and blossom are not separate, connected by a meaningful continuum. I’m invited to love the whole cycle, softening the preference for one or the other. The effect is humility and awe at the design of human experience. The blossom, the expansion is only part of the sacred story.

There is never a dull moment to practice.
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In Love with the Process

12/21/2023

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The art class is located inside a studio in a small suburban shopping center next to an Indian grocery store. As Rachel and I walk in, we exchange exuberant facial expressions. Instead of a woman in midlife, I feel like a kindergartener about to fingerpaint. Our eyes widen in excitement as we take in the mosaic tiles and beads neatly separated by colors in small bowls at each workstation. Turkish mosaic lamps and candle holders of various designs are on display throughout the room to inspire our imagination.

“Where should we sit?”, I ask Rachel.

“Let’s sit at the edge of the table so we have more room to move around”, she replies.

“Good idea!”

We place our belongings on two chairs facing each other each other near the studio entrance. Taking our seats, Rachel and I introduce ourselves to a couple sitting next to us. We each begin to use a paper template in front of us to map out design ideas before gluing the mosaic tiles onto the glass globe of our respective lamps.

When our instructors indicate that it’s time to transfer the mosaic tiles and beads onto the glass, I panic. My design is ready, but it doesn’t look or feel like the images I had envisioned for the lamp prior to class. I begin to doubt the colors and shapes I’ve chosen and start to compare my design to those of our neighbors and Rachel.

This is not how this class is supposed to unfold!

To make matters worse, I cannot retain the exact design when I start to glue the mosaic pieces onto the glass. It takes gentle effort and patient precision, two things that are not included in our art supplies as my perception of time begins to contract.

“Let’s just get this over with”, my mind silently shouts as my heart sinks. The kindergartner come middle aged woman feels like she’s messing up. I try to remain positive, plastering a smile on my face and making polite conversation with Rachel and the couple next to us. Inside I feel tense but continue to diligently glue each piece into place.

The pieces are crooked with spaces between them, and the larger designs are not symmetrically spaced around the glass globe. A part of me remembers the joy of art as process over art as product, but that part is stifled by the need to finish the product in the studio time remaining.

*****

The next day, I remove the glass globe and try to fill in the spaces with the plaster provided in the take home kit. Mixing the powder with too much water, the plaster is too thin to stick to the glass. Frustrated, I proceed to wash off all the excess runny plaster. In the process, some beads fall off the glass globe.

Ugghh! This shouldn’t be happening.

Ah, but it is!

Who said that? The voice does not return till I walk away from the mess I am making.

Perfection assesses whether someone or something is worthy, worthwhile. It sees in black and white. This is either all good or all bad. Perfection thrives on fear, rigid judgments, restlessness until perfection is achieved. It’s fragmented, believing happiness resides in a limited range of experience. It’s a constant uphill climb, and forever exhausting.

Wholeness invites all aspects of a mosaic experience, understanding the picture is incomplete with any piece left out. It’s patient, allowing mental and bodily formations to communicate, as the heart bathes the experience in whatever wholesome factor is needed for unification. Wholeness perceives above below, around any fixed view to see and sense with soul, to cultivate contentment in all circumstances.

Perfection or wholeness? Where do you want to live, Kaveri? Even this dual reflection is a cause for suffering. Know that you are shaped by both, that each influences the other, and bow to the full range of life experience.

*****

I decide to walk away from the art project, reflecting on the process instead of the final product. Art is very similar to the meditation process. If my attention is tense, tight, narrow, and analytical, I will perceive the experience as unpleasant. If my attention is more relaxed, soft, expansive, and observing in nature, the experience can be neutral, maybe even pleasant.

Ideas of perfection, wholeness, process and product all swirl around in the limited space of my cranium. I take them to the meditation cushion and sit. Like pinballs, they keep bumping up against walls until there is no controller trying to save and define them. Fixed, judgmental attention transforms into relaxed, loving awareness as metta permeates through the entire space.

May I be gentle with the process.
May there be confidence in the beauty of awareness.

Just as the bell punctuates the end of the meditation sit, an insight arises. Beauty is not limited to a final work of art or an artist. It is also inherent in wholesome mind states brought to any artistic or meditative process. Viewed this way, nothing is an ugly mistake. No parts are left out.

Feeling more curious and connected to the Turkish mosaic lamp, I hold it with tenderness, patiently gluing each small bead back on one by one with crazy glue. Giving it another 24 hours to dry, I wait for my partner to help me assemble it when he has time.

What’s the rush?
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Celestial Love

11/15/2023

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​radiant eye nestled in a bed
of silver-feathered lashes
I long to see your face

veer the steering wheel
to the right shoulder 
of Dumbarton Bridge

and kneel down  
among shorebirds 
humble supplicants

wading in bay waters
warming up to your light
but I can’t stop

feeling the pressure
of time driving me
towards the mundane

while you still follow
patient as you are
waiting to make 

eye contact
when I am still
and ready
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There is a glass heart...

8/23/2023

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There is a glass heart that vibrates to the storms outside. Hi atop a mountain island locked in a tower, this heart holds the flame of possibility.

Who will understand it? What will free it?

As storms rage on, and waves crash against the shore, the heart fears its own fragility. What will become of the flame if the heart breaks?

Seeing this image in meditation, sensing its meaning to unfathomable beyonds, all the hurt places begin to relax.

The heart wobbles in response to uncertainty. The flame flickers. A crimson drop falls on each wound of vulnerability, anointing it with delicate grace.

Bowing to this image, she senses there is still more to create/discover.
 
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There are other hearts. Hi atop a mountain island locked in their own towers, these hearts also hold the flame of possibility.

She senses the distance between them. Sometimes the distance feels insurmountable;  sometimes they are so close. Their hearts also quiver to the vulnerability of opening, of breaking, uncertain if their flames can withstand the wind and rain of circumstance.

She gasps in quiet recognition. Perceptions of abandonment can seclude her from a loving, connected world.

As storms rage on, and waves crash against the shore, she takes the exquisite risk of opening, breathing into her own heart to brighten the flame of possibility. Sensing the flame in others, near and far, the exchange of warmth is like a sacred diya connecting all and strengthening divinities within.
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Awareness

5/21/2023

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Two Wings
 
soaring above
lush green hills
empty of agenda
full of possibility


​Butterfly
 
flapping its wings
grasses ripple out
movement felt 
beyond the hills
awareness is that vast
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Bowing to the Altar of My Life

4/24/2023

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​Caste in bronze resin sitting on top of a ferocious lion, she commands attention at center stage. Endowed with power from multiple male deities to defeat the demon Mahishasura, she wields the weapons of a chakra, conch, bow, arrow, sword, javelin, trishula, shield, and a noose to clear all obstacles. Bejeweled in crimson and green ornaments adorning her crown, ears, neck, and waist, she embodies the cycle of death and rebirth, endings and beginnings necessary for all human experience.
 
My mothers never prayed to her. I wonder if paying attention to her now will strengthen and heal the maternal line.
 
To her right sits a smaller being caste is the same bronze resin. He was known to wear simple saffron robes and walk barefoot for miles in search of suitable space for long periods of meditation. 
 
I still don’t understand how he abandoned his wife, Yasodhara or his son, Rahula in search of enlightenment. Can enlightenment still be found as a householder? As I try to reconcile this paradox in heart and mind, I am still grateful for the Four Noble Truths, the Eightfold Path, the numerous lists as treasure maps to freedom. Maybe he didn’t abandon his family, but sacrificed the comforts of a safe, opulent life for something far more valuable.
 
To his and her left is another small being cast in the same bronze resin. She hears the cries of the world and stays till there is ease. Her demeanor is relaxed, yet ready to spring into action and alleviate suffering at a moment’s notice. She is the embodiment of the most caring 911 system I have ever seen. I’m still exploring hidden caves of compassion inside her world.
 
Above them all hovers a spirit in flight wearing colorful feathers in solidarity with the winged friends surrounding her. Trapped in 2D and a mahogany frame, she yearns to gather momentum and fly on wings of creative intuition, to leave the limitations of 8.5. X 11“ flat space in favor of more dimensionality without rules. She embodies the wisdom of stillness and movement, the space needed for meaningful transformation to occur in divine time. She understands that the wonders of the world were not created overnight.
 
Each day I light a candle, bowing in humble reverence to each of these beings, to their symbolism and the qualities they inspire in me.
 
I still feel this heart encased in layers of misunderstanding, a hidden gem polished by years of devotion.
 
One day there will be a dissolving of all separation. One day, I will be free to love as I was meant to.
 
There is no doubt.
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Crossing Over

2/2/2023

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Stepping Stones in Water by Peter Cade

Crossing Over

I’ve crossed over to the other side
without a bridge, without a map.
I wish I could tell you how,
leave a detailed set of instructions
so it would be easier for you
and you wouldn’t have to suffer.

She asked me to let go,
leave everything behind.
To walk on water you must
take one step at a time,
trusting that the next
stepping stone will appear.


She was right.

Desire is not just about 
reaching the other side.
It’s about resting 
between movement,
exhaling to inhale,
trusting the next breath,
the next step
towards something
that is already here
when the perception 
of distance
and depth 
is challenged.
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Amor Fati

1/20/2023

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"The Persistence of Memory" by Salvador Dali

Time is melting, distorted 
Not as solid as you think
Running out, slipping away
What time is it?
Do you want digital or analogue?

So much distress from the horizontal-
Running away from the past
Running towards future redemption
What’s here right now?

The trees are standing still
Understanding the meaning
Of growth in the vertical 
Amor fati
The only time is now
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