We are not innocent children victimized by a big bad world; if our world is big and bad, we made it that way. This is what the Buddha taught. The “other” is the child's boogeyman, the projection of our own fears onto a terrifying object of our imagination, which in turn terrorizes us. Our ignorance is not seeing that we are the other. We cannot afford to confuse innocence with this ignorance. Violence is not a permanent, immutable, fixed object. It is a state of mind, an expression of ignorance, with no more solid substance than a cloud. We cannot make a frontal attack on violence. Even protecting ourselves from it fuels its boogeyman existence. But the Buddha taught that we can change. This was his good news: that there is a way to alleviate suffering by freeing our minds from greed, anger, and ignorance. Yet until we apprehend the ways in which we are Oklahoma City, the bombs and the baby bears, the victims and the violators, we will continue to blame “them,” all the while proclaiming our innocence and evading our responsibilities.
Wind in my hair astride my steed Ancient memories of great prairies Abundant with Buffalo Majestic mountains Gold grass waving Freedom in the wind Over ancient lands Colors magnificent Warrior pride The days of wild ponies a memory The horse is steel The spirit lives The ancestors in the wind call my name.
sometimes a glance, a few casual words, fragments of a melody floating through the quiet air of a summer evening, a book that accidently comes into hands, a poem or memory- laden fragrance may bring about the impulse which changes & determines our life.