Continuing from the previous post...
We are all great painters on this great canvas of emptiness.
With impermanence as our paint.
And time as our brush.
A few years back I wrote something along this line. But it was more towards words. I think I wrote: We're all writing on our book of life with time as our ink. So we gotta write as many stories before we run out of ink. I think that's pretty straightforward haha.
This is some sort of extension to those words. I think by painting things with impermanence as our paint, we'll be reminded of the idea that whatever we create will one day disappear too. That we're gonna leave everything behind. This is pretty much Buddhism-related. Emptiness and impermanence.
In Buddhism, we're taught to see the empty nature of reality. That everything in life has a mark of emptiness. We're born into this world, into this life, which also bears the mark of emptiness. And whatever things we "put" into our lives, will one day disappear because they're impermanent in nature.
Most of the time we fail to see both of these things. We don't see the empty nature of phenomena and we believe that things are permanent. Permanence is quite a dangerous state. In bad times, it will lead us to believe that we're stuck in a horrible state forever. In good times, it will lead us to an illusion that everything is perfect. Once we see impermanence, we'll also see emptiness.
So this canvas of emptiness coexists with this paint of impermanence. The idea that we'll understand, whatever we put into this world, this canvas, will one day disappear. Our thoughts, feelings, pride, and everything else, they don't stay forever. Does that sound comforting to you?
Impermanence doesn't mean that it will appear and disappear forever. As a colour subsides, another one appears. And they are all in constant motion. And as I said in the previous post, our ego are struggling to keep these colours intact. They refuse to accept the impermanent state of these colours but eventually, they still subside. If we don't kill our ego, we'll eventually be tired of trying to keep these colours to remain. As their nature is to eventually disappear in this canvas.
Train your mind. You'll see these colours appear, and subside, and appear again. See through the illusion of permanence and let impermanence create the most beautiful art you'll ever see.
A few years back I wrote something along this line. But it was more towards words. I think I wrote: We're all writing on our book of life with time as our ink. So we gotta write as many stories before we run out of ink. I think that's pretty straightforward haha.
This is some sort of extension to those words. I think by painting things with impermanence as our paint, we'll be reminded of the idea that whatever we create will one day disappear too. That we're gonna leave everything behind. This is pretty much Buddhism-related. Emptiness and impermanence.
In Buddhism, we're taught to see the empty nature of reality. That everything in life has a mark of emptiness. We're born into this world, into this life, which also bears the mark of emptiness. And whatever things we "put" into our lives, will one day disappear because they're impermanent in nature.
Most of the time we fail to see both of these things. We don't see the empty nature of phenomena and we believe that things are permanent. Permanence is quite a dangerous state. In bad times, it will lead us to believe that we're stuck in a horrible state forever. In good times, it will lead us to an illusion that everything is perfect. Once we see impermanence, we'll also see emptiness.
So this canvas of emptiness coexists with this paint of impermanence. The idea that we'll understand, whatever we put into this world, this canvas, will one day disappear. Our thoughts, feelings, pride, and everything else, they don't stay forever. Does that sound comforting to you?
Impermanence doesn't mean that it will appear and disappear forever. As a colour subsides, another one appears. And they are all in constant motion. And as I said in the previous post, our ego are struggling to keep these colours intact. They refuse to accept the impermanent state of these colours but eventually, they still subside. If we don't kill our ego, we'll eventually be tired of trying to keep these colours to remain. As their nature is to eventually disappear in this canvas.
Train your mind. You'll see these colours appear, and subside, and appear again. See through the illusion of permanence and let impermanence create the most beautiful art you'll ever see.
We are the great painters,
of this great canvas of emptiness.
With impermanence as our paint
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