Thank you for your sympathy and best wishes at this
time.
We live in a world of our own making, a world built by
our own unique perceptions which we believe in fully, every year,
every day, every hour and every moment of our lives.
Even though in reality this life is fleeting and lasts
no longer than the time it takes for a spark of fire to shoot out,
it is experienced by some as dragging on interminably for aeons and
aeons. Yet for others, although in reality the span of this world's
existence is infinite, their experience of it lasts no longer than
the blink of an eye.
For some, this world is no bigger than a worm hole, yet
they feel insignificant and isolated, lost in a vast and infinite
void. Others perceive the world to be small--as small as an entire
universe--and to them it feels uncomfortably confined and
claustrophobic.
Most of us, myself included, have been conditioned to
live and die in a world created by our own perceptions, and
continue to create conditions that will ensure we repeat this same
game over and over again.
Amongst myriad possible perceptions, Thinley Norbu
Rinpoche is seen variously as an ordinary person, a father, a
teacher and a perfect being--a diversity of perception that is the
result of each perceiver's individual merit, or lack of it.
For people like me, whose limitations lead me to see
him merely as my father, your condolences will be accepted as
emotional support.
For those of you with 'superior qualities'--or who
aspire to develop such qualities--and are able to see Thinley Norbu
as a perfect being, this is yet another opportunity to shrug off
impure perception and generate pure perception, so that eventually
you will go beyond perception altogether.
'Awareness' is the quintessential teaching of the
Buddha--from the awareness of cool air as you breath in and then
out, to the profound awareness of natural perfection. And with
boundless compassion and courage, the sole purpose and activity of
all the buddhas it is to ring the alarm bell that brings us to this
awareness.
With enough merit, the passing of this great being can
be interpreted as the ringing of that alarm bell, and a timely
reminder of all the teachings, from the simple truth of
impermanence, all the way up to the realization of unobstructed
compassion. In this way, as much as this deluded mind of ours
appreciated and valued his appearance in this world, it should also
appreciate and value his disappearance.
Touching as it is to hear from those who are offering
various prayers, recitations, butter lamps and many other wholesome
activities at this time, allow me to remind myself and all those
who are interested, that none of the practices we are currently
engaging in are for him, but for ourselves.
However brilliantly the moon appears in the sky, if the
pond is muddy, the moon will not be reflected in its waters. In the
same way, it is through the purification of defilements and
accumulation of merit within our own minds that will enable us, in
time, to perceive a reflection of the Buddha, fully intact and
never to depart.
So, rather than congratulating ourselves with the
thought that we have accomplished all these practices during this
special time, bear in mind that we should already have been doing
them--and for that matter, we should continue doing them throughout
this and all our future lives. But to imagine that our practise is
something like providing this great being with the 'last rites' is
definitely not the best way to go.
I have also been asked which specific practices should
be done. Again, I will repeat that mindfulness, in other words
'awareness', is our practice. We are ignorant beings, and as such
require constant reminders about the importance of making the
effort to land in this awareness. Therefore all our guru's
activities--from when he yawns or coughs, to when he appears or
disappears--are his way of reminding us to come back, again and
again, to mindfulness.
And as long as we are mindful and aware, no one
practice is better than another.
Written and dedicated to the enlightenment of all
sentient beings in the presence of the rupakaya of Thinley
Norbu.
New York City