The Fleeting Bubbles - by Milarepa

[9th]

I pay homage to my gracious Guru—

Pray make everyone here think of the Dharma!

 

As he said once, “Like bubbles is

This life, transient and fleeting—

In it no assurance can be found.”

 

A layman’s life is like a thief

Who sneaks into an empty house.

Know you not the folly of it?

 

Youth is like a summer flower—

Suddenly it fades away.

Old age is like a fire spreading

Through the fields—suddenly ’tis at your heels.

 

The Buddha once said, “Birth and death

Are like sunrise and sunset—

Now come, now go.”

 

Sickness is like a little bird

Wounded by a sling.

Know you not, health and strength

Will in time desert you?

 

Death is like an oil-dry lamp

(After its last flicker).

Nothing, I assure you,

In this world is permanent.

 

Evil Karma is like a waterfall,

Which I have never seen flow upward.

A sinful man is like a poisonous tree—

If you lean on it, you will injured be.

 

Transgressors are like frost-bitten peas—

Like spoiled fat, they ruin everything.

Dharma-practisers are like peasants in the field—

With caution and vigour they will be successful.

 

The Guru is like medicine and nectar—

Relying on him, one will win success.

Discipline is like a watchman’s tower—

Observing it, one will attain Accomplishment.

 

The Law of Karma is like samsāra’s wheel—

Whoever breaks it will suffer a great loss.

Samsāra is like a poisonous thorn

In the flesh—if not pulled out,

The poison will increase and spread.

 

The coming of death is like the shadow

Of a tree at sunset—

It runs fast and none can halt it.

 

When that time comes,

What else can help but Holy Dharma?

Though Dharma is the fount of victory.

Those who aspire to it are rare.

 

Scores of men are tangled in

The miseries of samsāra;

Into this misfortune born,

They strive by plunder and theft for gain.

 

He who talks on Dharma

With elation is inspired,

But when a task is set him,

He is wrecked and lost.

 

Dear patrons, do not talk too much,

But practise the Holy Dharma.

 

 

- Milarepa

 

[WHITEROOMENERGYMINE1]

 

The Law of Karma is like samsāra’s wheel—

Whoever breaks it will suffer a great loss.

Samsāra is like a poisonous thorn

In the flesh—if not pulled out,

The poison will increase and spread.

How is breaking something bad a negative action. The law of Karma is like a bullet. Too fast to stop. Yet the loop keeps spinning until you realize you're talking to yourself. I swing between peasant and king. Light like a lightbulb. Thought like a charge. Shen dissipates. The sunder never occurs. And a soul returns.

[doc benway]

 

Dear patrons, do not talk too much,

But practise the Holy Dharma.

 

 

Amen!

[WHITEROOMENERGYMINE1]

Word Bro what you speaking for then

[silent thunder]

Dear patrons, do not talk too much,

But practise the Holy Dharma.

 

 

Amen!

 

*deep bow*

thanks mate... talk about synchronicity...

[WHITEROOMENERGYMINE1]

Yo y'all living up to the bum life style.