Meditation freaks some people out and a “spiritual practice” really freaks people out. They think it somehow violates their religion or they just think it’s what hippy people who go to yoga studios do… they think it’s woo woo and new agy and that at the end of every greeting they will have to say Namaste.
Even with the piles of overwhelming scientific research showing how a mindfulness practice and being kind, helping others and giving back really helps the giver, people still freak. Me included for a while, but I finally got over it.
It’s been a source of massive help in my life, way more than anything else. I see the world totally differently.. not in some oh my god religious kind of way… in fact it’s not religious at all. It’s in a sturdy happiness kind of way…. with meditation at the center of things and with constant daily practice on being kind and loving thy neighbor so to speak, I find my mind at ease, happiness sticks around and struggling and suffering come and go way less. I experience a peace and calm even in the midst of big stormy drama.
Even more, I find myself full of compassion, loving-kindness and sincere authentic joy. My days are simply better, I walk thru the world happier and I am grateful twenty thousand times more than I used to be. It’s really quite unbelievable and profound.
Today in meditation, I realized how much more love I have as a result. Isn’t that the point of everything?
In gratitude, I’m committing to adding even more love to the world. I think it’s time to up the game and serve, pledge and vow to help even more.
FOUR GREAT VOWS OF A BODHISATTVA
- Beings are numberless, I vow to save them
- Desires are inexhaustible, I vow to end them
- Dharma gates are boundless, I vow to enter them
- Buddha’s way is unsurpassable, I vow to become it
May I be a guard for those who are protectorless,
A guide for those who journey on the road;
For those who wish to go across the water,
May I be a boat, a raft, a bridge.
May I be an isle for those who yearn for landfall,
And a lamp for those who long for light;
For those who need a resting place, a bed,
For all who need a servant, may I be a slave.
May I be the wishing jewel, the vase of plenty,
A word of power, and the supreme remedy.
May I be the trees of miracles,
And for every being, the abundant cow.
Like the great earth and the other elements,
Enduring as the sky itself endures,
For the boundless multitude of living beings,
May I be the ground and vessel of their life.
Thus, for every single thing that lives,
In number like the boundless reaches of the sky,
May I be their sustenance and nourishment
Until they pass beyond the bounds of suffering