From home to homelessness...: Long live Marchena!

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This weblog has been created for the purpose of understanding, practicing and studying the life of the renunciate, in all its colors, shapes and flavors...

As an introduction I feel it is important to emphasize and recognize the fact that, when true renunciation (vairagya) takes place, being this an inner realization, it doesn't necessarily expresses itself in what i would call here outward sannyasa.

To use the words of the Buddha:

"Not by adopting the outward form does one truly becomes a bikkhu. He who wholly subdues evil, both great and small, is called a bikkhu".

Now, once this is recognized and understood, we still have to deal with one more thing... Because of prarabdha karma (fruit of karmas done by one in former lives) there are beings that have a natural lean towards a simple life, namely asceticism. When this is so, the external aspects of sannyasa manifest themselves without even one deciding upon it, therefore there is no struggle, no absurd ideas of self righteousness, not even attachment to its own exoterical approach, there is only pure joy!... simplicity... This, I feel, is the healthiest way to follow that beautiful stream.

As you can see this is not a space for debate or conflict of any kind, but for all of those that somehow have witnessed not only the beauty of such path but also its many rewards, and through this recognition they honor, value and appreciate both, the inner and outer aspects of it.

Whatever you feel is useful for you, then take it...whatever you feel is inaccurate or useless for you, then leave it.

Here you will find posts on renunciation, sannyasa, ascetism, the life of the bikkhu, the monk, the hermit, the saddhu, the anchorite, the mendicant, the solitary, the wanderer, the pilgrim, etc.

May our innermost mental knots be untied...

miércoles, 28 de agosto de 2013

Long live Marchena!

The following is a poem from the Costa Rican poet Julian Marchena (+ 1985).
It has a lot to do with the topic of this blog, and it is without a doubt one of the most inspiring poems I have read so far... Sorry, theres no english translation.

Vuelo Supremo

Quiero vivir la vida aventurera
de los errantes pájaros marinos;
no tener, para ir a otra ribera,
la prosaica visión de los caminos.

Poder volar cuando la tarde muera
entre fugaces lampos ambarinos
y oponer a los raudos torbellinos
el ala fuerte y la mirada fiera.

Huir de todo lo que sea humano;
embriagarme de azul...Ser soberano
de dos inmensidades: mar y cielo,
y cuando sienta el corazón cansado
morir sobre un peñón abandonado
con las alas abiertas para el vuelo.

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