“I’m feeling light this morning” I reported to my café friend, “but why, I couldn’t tell you. No lottery win, not in love, no conventional Good News I could cite to explain this state. In fact, I’m still reeling from the loss of the hospice job.”
How is it, we mused, that some (!) people tend to lean towards the dark and disastrous side of living? Why is feeling ok or happy or light met with such suspicion? Is that what the Buddha referred to as dukka (from Sanskrit, for suffering or unsatisfactoriness)? And that it’s the core of existence and that we can recognize and, through practice, see past it?
At core, everything is without, is empty, my friend proposed, before we are born, after we die, even in the next moment: there’s nothing there until we make it into something.
Are you talking about the stories we devise to define ourselves, our so-called small self?
Yeah, the projects, disasters, dreams, losses, and what-have-you that push and pull us through life. There’s neither happiness nor unhappiness, there just IS. Well, that’s what I think right now.
Zen teachers sometimes call it thusness or buddha nature: the true, immutable, and eternal nature of all beings.
Sounds good to me. D‘you wanna split a cinnamon bun?