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  hardie karges 2:42 am on June 7, 2026 Permalink | Reply
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  Buddhism 499: Many roads lead to God. All paths lead back to Nature…  

  

  And there you have the transition from Brahministic Hinduism to a more evolved Buddhism. Because most Hindus don’t care about which God you believe in, as long as you believe in at least one. They have many. And they try to make a God of the Buddha, too, forever calling him ‘Lord Buddha’, as if he created the heaven and earth, while no other ‘real’ Buddhists in other countries would ever call him that. Maybe that’s why Buddhism ultimately failed in India. India is fundamentally nationalistic. So is Hinduism. Buddhism is not.  

  But, for people who want Buddhism, but also want a God for their religion, Nature can serve as a convenient substitute, and for good reason. Because dharma is often translated as ‘law’ and that’s every bit as good as a God with wings and fiery breath. And this can be proven with language, as I’ve speculated before. The Thai word for Nature, thammashart, is comprised of the two Sanskrit words dharma and jati, the one that we’re calling ‘law’ and the other which is maybe best translated as ‘life’ or something similar, so something like ‘the law of life’, sounds like Nature to me.  

  Still, many non-Indians want to make of the Buddha something LIKE a God, a manifestation or something such, so you can’t please everybody with flowers and trees when want they really want is a Superman, or Sky Father, like the Vedic dyaus pitra. You can try your best with prithvi mata, Mother Nature, but don’t hedge count your money just yet. People are stubborn about that Alpha Male cowboy on horseback in the sky, with hair flying and women crying. Nature works for me, a universal principle, details to be revealed eventually, as is the rule with Lord Science, wait a minute…     

   

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  hardie karges 1:14 pm on March 7, 2021 Permalink | Reply
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  Buddha in the Raw: Nature is the Dharma of Birth… 

  

  People come and go. Events come and go. But dharma is always there, hand in hand with Nature. In fact, in at least a couple or three SE Asian languages, the word for ‘Nature’ itself translates from the original Pali/Sanskrit as ‘Dharma of Birth,’ jati in its original meaning as ‘birth’ long before it came to supplant varna as the most common word for Indian caste, in a more polite form connected to job description, apparently, as if birth were all about some inherited profession, and not the deep ancestry, mostly defined in the popular imagination by color, varna, long before we could count mutations on the y-DNA sex chromosome, and ultimately define the haplogroup in stages, simply by its imperfections in transmission, just like all attempts at eternal life. Breathe deeply.

  And thank God for that Y-chromosome, so that we can reproduce sexually, rather than by other lesser means and mixtures. But the dharma is intrinsically involved, and that is the point, whether in molecular makeup or some concept far removed, in language, DNA’s lofty handmaiden, jealous of DNA, even long before its discovery, and desirous of co-opting that proclivity into the various nominal grunts and syllabic sonic glides that connect hard consonants verbally into molecular syllables capable of standing alone but always looking for partners to run with, creating words and sentences and paragraphs and histories, all under the auspices of simple reproduction, conceptually rather than biologically, and capable of moving through space without stepping incrementally into the medium of space, but rather capable of quantum leapfrogging through the intervening leagues in an instant or less, with or without the materialistic crutches of light and sound.

  We are imperfect creatures of the void and the stuff, any dualism merely implied but not intended, since the 1 and the 0 of stuff and void are ultimately reconcilable into a common source whether conceptual or mathematical, and who’s to know the difference anyway? Dualism and non-dualism are but snapshots in time, incapable of independent existence, and often confused for far greater achievements than they really aspire to. For insertion of the thing into the void is merely the mise-en-scene for a movie into which we were born and from which we will die, scarcely even pretending to know the reasons why or wherefore, simply that it is thus and will be recorded as such by any witness capable of the feat. There are more important things to do and accomplish in the short time allotted to any given system of biological life, and that is the task to which we are beholden as children of the Sun and Moon, in their earthly representations, Dyaus Pitra and Prithvi Mata, Sky Father and Earth Mother, reproducing throughout an uncertain infinity. It is thus. Let old mourning become new mornings, and rebirth can occur in spirit, not flesh…
   
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  hardie karges 5:05 pm on December 3, 2017 Permalink | Reply
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  Buddhism in the rainy season… 

  

  

  Kwan Yin (Kuan Im), Sino-Thai Bodhisattva

  I love the rainy season. I like the clouds. I like the mist. I like the coolness in the air, evaporative, just add breeze to activate, to keep the heat at bay, to keep the house at beach, and the fever below boiling, to keep the hands out of reach of the hard stuff…

  This is the sweet spot, from God’s own hand and Nature’s own palette, automatically activating and infinitely adjustable, in imperfect synchronicity with the hard heavy hot dry season that precedes it, just begging for relief and thirsting for succor…

  These are the tropics, where every day is the same but for the thick gray blanket that slides back and forth letting the sun shine in or letting the heat out, like the foam on a head of pale ale that seems to act independently of the frothy sea beneath it…

  It’s almost as if there were some signal from above, or some conductor’s baton, or some director’s cue, and all of a sudden the stage hands come in and strike the set, removing summer crops and beachy props and replacing them with rice fields all waiting… (More …)