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Lions Roar : January 2017
HOT OFF THE PRESS “Not so fast, Heather,” I mumble, smiling. “Let’s not jump ahead to our demise. Stick with the fact that humanity is capable of greatness.” The thought turns in my imagination. I decide to nourish myself in the transition back to a life on land, by paying attention to the evidence of humanity’s love, finding it everywhere. “This is a good way to be in a suffering world, dear Atlantic Teacher,” I say with energy into the night. My shoulders lighten. A smile grows on my lips. Now I know where to look to counterbalance the chaos of petty ways. In the turmoil of impermanence, in the confusing array of mistakes and possibilities, human- ity’s love can be the salve for my pain. I stand and test out what feels like new legs wobbling on the threshold between an ungraspable ocean and an inscrutable civilization. As I stretch, I smile to the moon. A wave splashes through the open cockpit panel and salty drops of water land on my cheek. There are two kinds of sailors: those who sail offshore and those who want to. Today, Dave and I grad- uated into the first category. We com- pleted the rite of passage from the transmission of learning to proficiency, from unknowing to knowing, from theory to experience. I realize now I sailed not away from society, but deeply into it. All that arises ceases to be (this is the reality of impermanence). The land is the ocean and the ocean is the land (this is the reality of formlessness). Taken together, we cannot ultimately know what’s going on or what lies in store. All we can do is surf the waves. At the helm of my ship, blanketed by the moon, I sit and breathe in peace. Some months later, to celebrate the insight of imperma- nence, I wrote this poem. I recite these words whenever I need to remember how to surf reality and touch the universe of possibilities. The whole formless and in flux becoming and ceasing precious and fleeting perceptions you are flawed body you will not continue civilization you will end beloved Earth, we will leave you. My darling let us dare to be great surf and transcend for love prevails ♦ OCEAN OF INSIGHT A Sailor’s Voyage from Despair to Hope by Heather Lyn Mann Parallax Press; 304 pp., $18.95 (paper) www.insightla.org Mindfulness Classes | Retreats | Special Events New_ShambhalaSun_6.15 - Orchid.indd 1 6/12/15 8:35 AM LION’S ROAR | JANUARY 2017 76