“We Are”, by Dzeintra

This entry was reproduced with kind permission by Angela Johnson. Her blog can be found here.



Sometimes, there are moments in your life when you have to just sit
down, take a breather, relax, and literally smell the roses. Go
outside, right now, sit down in the shade of some tree and smell the
life around you, smell the grass, the tree you sit below, or, if you
live in a city, sit in your garden, out in your back yard, gaze up at
the sky and watch the clouds drift by. Are they white, fluffy things,
like cottonballs stuck up on a blue poster? Or are they streaks like
combed wool? Is there a storm brewing, grey ominous things grumbling
across the sky, or are there no clouds at all? Is the sky a warm blue,
or a cold one? Does the grass smell fresh, or sour? Can you hear the
run of traffic or of birds in the distance? Inhale slowly, can you
smell the sea, or the dust of the country, or even the dampness of
fertile earth?

Did you do that? Are you calmer now? Did the
eternal cycle, the patience, of nature fill you? No? Take your time,
our lives are full of stresses, full of struggle, so much so that we
have to count every single minute as it slips away from us, as though
that moment in time was too precious to let pass unremarked upon. Have
you ever stood at the window and let the hours pass you by as you do
nothing more than merely watch the world turn, the wind rustle the
leaves and shadows make their stately march along the ground? No?

I
think, that humans make to much of their life, everyone wants to leave
their mark on the world, have they ever considered that with so many
marks left, soon there’ll be no world left to mark? Immortality, be it
by the written word, memory, or the afterlife according to the various
religions, might not be such a great aim to shoot for. What assurance
is there, that there is life after death? Why is there the assurance
that you, or I, will go to Heaven, Hell, or even be reincarnated, but
there is not that same universal assurance that my cat has something to
look forward to, that this is all the life they get?

Why is it
that the Buddhists revere life so much that they refuse to take the
life of even a bug, and eat naught but plants, berries and seeds…when
the wolf, the fox, the tiger, take the meat they need? Should not they
revere life in –all- it’s forms? Are the predators considered evil
then, for eating the flesh of another creature, how can they be when it
is but their nature? And humans, are omnivores, they eat both plants
–and- meat, so by refusing to eat meat, which would go against the
reverence all life has, they are denying part of themselves, aren’t
they? And, even the eating of plants, requires them to die, for their
potential to regrow be snuffed out forever, such is the consequences of
life, such is what occurs no matter how much respect you pile upon the
apple you are eating….that is six or more potential trees you are
destroying, because you have to eat.

Why must everything be
measured, weighed, assessed as good or bad, why cannot it simply be?
What is done, made, is of nothing more than matter. Alcohol, drugs,
gold; these are but things, drugs are ‘bad’, alcohol is ‘evil’, gold is
the root of all greed…but they are mere things, neither good nor bad,
they just are.

Just as people are neither good, nor bad, they
just are. Sure, some are more disliked than others, but that doesn’t
change that they are. Everyone just is, everyone is the same, it’s the
choices we make that differ us, but even then, it is all we are. Not
good, not bad, just there.

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2 thoughts on ““We Are”, by Dzeintra

  1. Derrick says:

    sorry, couldn’t resist long comment.
     
    those buddhists are the silly buddhists. zen buddhism is a lot different, and you get a lot of that "things are what they are" from reading koans. you might also want to look at the (classical) hindu concept of the brahman, which is neti-neti (not this, not that). i interpreted both to mean that in this world, any distinctions are arbitrary human constructs. i remember one particular koan- an abbot of a monastery was sifting through his students for the best one, to head another new monastery. so he placed a glass of water on the floor, and told his students to describe it without using its name (i.e. "glass of water", etc.). two students came forth to take the test. the first one said "that is not a stick"; the second one then walked up to it and knocked it over without saying anything. the second student got the posting.
     
    interestingly, the koan collection’s editor’s notes say that the student’s answer was not perfect. personally, i think a better answer would have been to drink it.
     
    nota bene, however, that no matter how arbitrary those constructs of judgement and value are, they are constructs, and thus exist. while you might think that judging things might be wrong, because things "just are", the judging in itself is an act, and "just is", so to speak. it is as (essential? i would rather use) natural a part of existence as not judging.
     
    confusing…? just imagine that our world is this way because it is this way, and all the judging, and your urging people not to judge, is essential and necessary to (create?) this world as it is.

  2. John says:

    Either you’re making no sense at all and trying to trip me out, or your level of thought is far beyond me. Months, maybe years from now, I hope to return to read your writings and comprehend them a little better.

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