05.07.2020
Thaye Dorje, His Holiness the 17th Gyalwa Karmapa, invites us to wake up every day with a slight zest that today might be the day that we will wake up.
Rather than thinking it’s an endless Monday that we wake up to, wake up every day with a slight zest that today might be the day that we will wake up.
That’s why Buddhists celebrate birthdays or any other celebratory days at sunrise.
Of course, there isn’t anything wrong with celebrating at midnight.
Yawn and stretch like a baby.
Hum and buzz like a baby.
And rise to the possibility of waking up.
Sleep is a natural interval.
It’s a velvet death, not a stark death.
It’s a velvety interval that has the zest to wake life.
The sun comes down to tuck in a brilliant day.
Slumber away, like a baby.
Without caution or warning.
Isn’t it just marvellous that this stream of days and nights goes on and on, the same, indefinitely?
Is there anything to be frightened of in witnessing this stream?
I don’t think so.
One can wonder about the possibilities of how we will wake up, as each of us sleeps a little differently.
Tummy up, tummy down?
But that wondering is never frightening.
So do wonder, but don’t fear.
Close your eyes only to open them later.
The sun sets only to rise.