Author Topic: Footprints on the Journey: It’s Impermanent - Khenpo Sodargye  (Read 1523 times)

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It’s Impermanent

At this moment, the talented and brilliant Mr. Sun is sitting next to me, holding photos of his youthful self. As he looks at them, tears stream down his cheeks like crystal beads falling from a broken mala string.

I understand he is feeling sad that he has lost his glorious prime and will never be young again. All his jubilant youthful years, like a river rushing forward, were gone beyond recall.
Seeing this, the poem “Burying Flowers” by Lin Daiyu in The Story of the Stone (A Dream of Red Mansions) comes to my mind:

Spring is ending and the flowers wilting one by one,
It is also the time when beauty must grow old and die.
Once spring is gone and the beauty meets her doom,
Who will care for the fallen bloom and buried lady?

This poem, I sense, must be a close portrayal of Mr. Sun’s mood at this moment.

Too bad he does not believe in Buddhism and is unable to use the sword of Dharma wisdom to cut off suffering. He can only give rein to gloomy emotions, which like turbulent tidal waves, surge higher and higher. How lamentable!

Everything in the world—youth, wealth, and relationships, even life—is ephemeral. Bai Juyi says in a poem: “No need to envy young fellows, Hoary old gents soon they become.”

Try as we may to hold onto youth, yet the paces of life and death never pause for an instant. Should we fail to take advantage of youthful years to study the Dharma, it’s quite regrettable. Mipham Rinpoche says:

Youth is momentary and wealth is fickle; life is like being in the jaws of the Lord of Death. Yet many people still ignore Dharma practice. Alas, how disconcerting their behavior is!

Perhaps I should try to explain this logic to him; he is a smart guy, he will get it. Closing my book, I decide to have a good talk with him.

2nd of February, Year of RenWu
March 15, 2002


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