Partidos

Se fossemos todos menos inteligentes, talvez conseguíssemos viver com escolhas monocromáticas, por exemplo: Ter uma religião e, por isso, ser contra as outras. Ser de um clube e, por isso, ser contra os outros. Ter uma sexualidade e, por isso, ser contra as outras. As pessoas que são assim, são estúpidas!
InsertBrainNão tenho nada contra estúpidos, valorizo-os como quaisquer outros e, às vezes, até faço parte desse grupo, mas sem deixar de tentar sempre excluir-me.
Fazer das fraquezas força, não é o mesmo que ter orgulho nas fraquezas.
Percebo as simpatias clubísticas e até as picardias entre clubes, mas achar verdadeiramente que as pessoas de outro clube são diferentes só por isso… é estúpido.

Será preciso repetir tudo o que disse mudando “clubes” para “partidos”? Ou conseguiremos aprender com analogias?

 

 

Yashodhara.

Yashodhara.
Do you know that name?

Prince Siddhartha, Gautama,
Sakyamuni, Buddha.
Everybody knows these names…
… but…
… Yashodhara?

Yashodhara was married
to Siddhartha.
She loved him dearly.

One night Siddhartha left her
and their son, Rahul …
… while they were sleeping,
to seek Enlightenment…
… to become Buddha.
He did not even say
a word to her when he left.

Yashodhara has shown
compassion for the sick
… and ailing long before
Siddhartha ever did…
… long before Siddhartha
was even aware of suffering!

Who can say if he owed
his Enlightenment to her?

Pema …
Perhaps Yashodhara wanted
to leave Siddhartha and Rahul.

How can we ever know if Yashodhara
fell victim to anger …
… to loneliness or bitterness…
… after Siddhartha left her.
Who even thought about her?

What must she have said
when Rahul, her son…
…asked that eternal question:
Where is my father?
What must she have told him?
How could a mother leave her own
child in the middle of the night?
lt is only possible
for a man to do.

Tashi, only for a man.

After that,
Yashodhara had no choice.
She had to lead a life
of renunciation.
She cut off her hair …
… and lived like an ascetic.

Oh Tashi …
lf your thoughts toward Dharma
were of the same intensity …
… as the love and passion
you have shown me…
… you would have become
a Buddha …
… in this very body …
… in this very life.

Pema …
Forgive me.
l am going back with you.
Back where l belong.