Inhale suffering, exhale compassion and light (edited, translation available)
This is the 503rd post in this section of the site, since January 2014. As I consider this I feel that a certain phase is coming to a close, as if, like in the hero and heroine’s journey, after wrestling with the waves of the tempestuous ocean I am stepping on dry land again. I have returned to Ithaca with new eyes. I try to breathe the impact and then breathe out light, some version of a tonglen meditation. I first learnt about tonglen meditation after listening to a podcast by Pema Chodron a while after my mother’s death. It is not always an easy practice, our body and mind can resist the embracing of the experience, but it can be potent and humbling. As we breathe in, endure, stay with what is, and breathe out, expansion, forgiveness, compassion can arrive.
The tonglen meditation script below is by Danielle La Porte.
For healing sorrows. For giving when you don’t know what to give. For now. Please read. And breathe.
“Tonglen” is Tibetan for sending and taking.
HOW-TO TONGLEN: Breathe in suffering — yours, others, the world’s.
Breathe out compassion — for yourself, for others, for the world.
It’s not as easy as it sounds. It may shatter you. But wouldn’t that be grand? To be shattered? To be so immensely open that you’d feel the truth: that you’re really as selfless as Mother Theresa, as loyal as an ecstatic dog at the feet of the world, as powerfully creative as a cosmic super hero?
STEP 1: Breathe in suffering. The worst thing that ever happened to you. That sunk feeling. That thing you wish you could take back. Recapitulate it in breaths. The blackness, the sickness, the fibrous seething rage, the sticky-scratchy, inconsolable weight of it. Take in the unbearable-ness. You may want to escape. Press on. Go beyond the embrace. Inhale the pain in to your every cell. You won’t die. You’re going to expand. Keep breathing in the misery. You’re on the verge of a miracle.
STEP 2: Now breathe out joy. Soothing golden warmth. Luminous flying birds of clarity. Electric rays of smiling karate chops. Feel your lungs as powerful creative engines of healing and righteousness. Pulsate rapture. Let happiness emerge from the fractures. Let scar tissue become bridges that lead to a festival of relief and dancing. See joy. Feel joy. Hear joy. Sing joy. Breathe love into every cell of the situation.
Now do it for other people’s suffering. Please. For that homeless man on the street, in winter. Cold and demoralized. Inhale his agony. Exhale comfort and transformation. The jobless folks with families to feed. Cancer patients fighting to live. People gone mad. Soldiers who kill and the families they destroy. Take in the wreckage. Turn it into light and give back compassion and tenderness.
When your heart is heavy, when you want to feel alive…
Acknowledge the dark. And take the light into your own hands’.