Рецензия на «А река всё течёт» (Марина Суханова -Тигра)

Марина, это перевод твоего произведения.
Благодарю за возможность практиковать Дхарму.
Хель.

And the river still flows

Every time, waking up in the morning,
I find the sky canvas of different colour.
Looking down, I see
that where yellow leaves lied yesterday-
now they no more do...
And the river still flows.
A minute ago a dog barked outside
and my imagination drew its image in my mind.
Now the barking has stopped and the dog's image – vanished.
Now I hear distant sound of cars passing by.
Now the sound is closer, then – further,
and the river under my window still flows...

Now I automatically look at the horizon:
the sun always rises there, but today it is being late.
This fills me with anticipation.
I am waiting for the promised event...
and the river still flows.
Time and space are toying with my senses,
mixing reality with the illusions of my expectations,
and the river still flows, giving rise to the illusion of permanence in me.

Now, finally, the sun comes out over the horizon –
The predictions of the future has come true!
What a second ago was real, now – is the past.
Sounds, expectations, a flight of a bird, imagination, feelings, sensations –
Flow like the river under my window.
From all this only a vestige of memory is left
Which has fixed the Tathata of the events
That have been happening.
This and the river that flows under my windows.

Every day I see the riverbed
and I am not afraid, having waken up, not to find it.
And its Tathata is obvious as is the Tathata of my memory.
It is the memory that forms the stream bed of my life,
makes my life illusionary significant.
It is the memory that forms my feelings,
imposing wishes and dreams on me,
drawing me to pleasant memories
and making me avoid bad ones.

I follow the whimsies of my memories, unconscious
That every event is perceived by me
According to the formed Tathata.
That is why I cannot explain
Why I like one thing and dislike another.
This makes me fussy when I chase pleasure,
And the memory automatically sorts everything out:
Pleasure - in, not pleasure -out.
And this fuss of the memory I consider my life …
….And the river still flows...

What am I afraid of most, thinking of death?
Is it not that my memory gives me vague information
Which does not coordinate with pleasant sensations?
But do my sensations last long?
Their fluidity is elusive
as water in the river, carrying a paper ship.
And only the memory about the water touching (events)
the shores (sensations) is of such a big significance for me.
In fact, I cling to things that do not exist,
unconscious of empty wishes of my memory.
This is how I form my sansara. …
…And the river still flows…

Thus, created by me from different characteristics, sansara
involves me into clinging to illusions of sensations and
traits that my mind possesses.
This clinging involves me into the unconscious dream,
which does not let me break free from wishes
that have become a spider web for my sleeping mind.
Only then the river water will lose its characteristics
When it falls into a big ocean.
Only then will my memory stop
dictating conditionsI am to live on
when its manifestations will be recognized by my conscience.
Then traits and characteristics of events creating my sansara
wil l be extinguished by the clarity
and the Tathata will manifest itself through Nibbana.
...but for now – the river still flows...

Хельга фон Краузиньш   19.11.2013 13:47   •   Заявить о нарушении