Showing posts with label karma. Show all posts
Showing posts with label karma. Show all posts

Tuesday 30 December 2014

Escatalogical faiths versus karmic faiths

The monotheistic faiths offer a static view of the human's position in life. The task is to avoid becoming tarnished with sin. We starts pure[ish] - original sin aside - and, only if we proceeds blamelessly throughout life will we have succeeded. We must preserve the innocence of childhood in our minds and lives. The development of all adult characteristics is a deterioration from this paradigm state. As of necessity we will become defiled by developing into adulthood we must throw ourselves upon the mercy or grace of the deity as our only hope of not suffering eternal punishment.

Buddhism and Taoism by contrast are developmental. One grows with experience. One learns the path and trains the inner and outer being, honing them to greater degrees of perfection. We are all Buddhas becoming, if not in this life, then in the next. We are seekers after enlightenment, both separately and collectively. For the Taoist it is the white haired sage who is the epitome of attainment. He has shaped and honed his being until, being totally at one with the Tao, he becomes an immortal.

Friday 6 September 2013

But an eye blink in its journey

The life that is you has lived a million lives before:
it was your mother,
it was your father,
it was your grandparents,
and your great-grandparents,
it was all your ancestors
back and back through time
until it was the first people;
and then before,
when it was not quiet human
but human becoming,
and then not so human becoming,
more ape,
more proto-ape,
more mammal that would become ape,
more early mammal,
more proto-mammal,
than anything recognisably human;
and then reptile,
and before,
even back to before any life crawled on land,
even back to that that swam in the sea,
to the sea microbe rich,
to many celled,
to single celled,
to the first life,
to the very seed of the first life itself.

We are all the first life grown old
with the passing through so many lives;
so many ways of being,
till,
just for now it flows through you.

What are you but an eye blink in its journey?