Wearing
Medals
You
take refuge and put a medal in your chest. You become a buddhist and
put a medal in your chest. You read a pile of books that makes you
knowledgeable and again put a medal in your chest. You wear a certain
kind of Oriental garb and put a medal in your chest. You get a dharma
name and a title, and oh that medal, it really is something special,
so you smear yourself with those ideas like pigs roll in shit. ”I
became a student of Mega Rinpoche, the head lama, already back in
1967”. You have that medal in your chest and those with similar
mindset, who are as stoopid and ignorant, are impressed and sorry
that they weren't first instead. They think you are something to look
up to because all the medals you have. Years go by and you end up
with an impressive resume and yet you remain more or less that same
unkind self-centered asshole you were in the first place. Now, after
many years of so called practice, instead of being aggressive, you
are merely passive aggressive and as confused as ever about your true
being. How are you different from the rest of samsaric beings who
take credit and create an identity of their accomplishments? You'd
fit right in, in the club of selfish businessmen, politicians,
agitators and such who think they are better than the rest and
deserve more than others because your mindset is the same as theirs.
When practitioners look at you, how could they not feel sorry for
you? When buddhas look at you, who could they not feel great sadness?
- Kim Katami, 5/2019
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| North Korean Generals |
