True view is infinite and vast.
Relax and release mind of thought.
Shatter that which arises,
with “p-hat!”
Transparent and clear at last,
Recognize pure awareness sought,
Without notion such this or that.
Meditate on rays of love and wisdom,
Rest in awareness beyond description.
Abide by flow of primordial glow.
Decide with conviction absolute,
On one thing and one thing only, resolute.
In action as the compassionate one,
Momentary thoughts leave no trace,
Like writing on ocean’s surface.
Arising and liberation become
natural and continuous cure,
Without trace and innately pure.
With confidence in liberation of rising thoughts, succumb.
For view is of three part in communion,
Meditation is wisdom and love in union
Accompanied by action of compassion.
(A reflective render on The Special Teaching of the Wise and Glorious King)
From "Monty Python's The Meaning of Life" (1983 Film)
CHAIRMAN: ...Which brings us once again to the urgent realization of just how much there is still left to own. Item six on the agenda: the meaning of life. Now, uh, Harry, you've had some thoughts on this.
HARRY: That's right. Yeah, I've had a team working on this over the past few weeks, and, uh, what we've come up with can be reduced to two fundamental concepts. One: people are not wearing enough hats. Two: matter is energy. In the universe, there are many energy fields which we cannot normally perceive. Some energies have a spiritual source which act upon a person's soul. However, this soul does not exist ab initio, as orthodox Christianity teaches. It has to be brought into existence by a process of guided self-observation. However, this is rarely achieved, owing to man's unique ability to be distracted from spiritual matters by everyday trivia.
[pause]
BERT: What was that about hats, again?
“Galaxy Song”song by Eric Idle From “Monty Python’s The Meaning of Life“
“Galaxy Song” by Eric Idle (lyrics) and John Du Prez (music)
Whenever life gets you down, Mrs. Brown,
And things seem hard or tough,
And people are stupid, obnoxious, or daft,
And you feel that you've had quite enough,
Just remember that you're standing on a planet that's evolving
And revolving at nine hundred miles an hour,
That's orbiting at nineteen miles a second, so it's reckoned,
A sun that is the source of all our power.
The sun and you and me and all the stars that we can see
Are moving at a million miles a day
In an outer spiral arm, at forty thousand miles an hour,
Of the galaxy we call the 'Milky Way'.
Our galaxy itself contains a hundred billion stars.
It's a hundred thousand light years side to side.
It bulges in the middle, sixteen thousand light years thick,
But out by us, it's just three thousand light years wide.
We're thirty thousand light years from galactic central point.
We go 'round every two hundred million years,
And our galaxy is only one of millions of billions
In this amazing and expanding universe.
The universe itself keeps on expanding and expanding
In all of the directions it can whizz
As fast as it can go, at the speed of light, you know,
Twelve million miles a minute, and that's the fastest speed there is.
So remember, when you're feeling very small and insecure,
How amazingly unlikely is your birth,
And pray that there's intelligent life somewhere up in space,
'Cause there's bugger all down here on Earth.
Without suffering,
no salvation to be won.
Without adversity,
nothing to overcome.
With nothing to surrender
difficult to render realization
of impermanence,
which leads to an awareness
of inherit emptiness,
The awareness,
of self-liberation.
If on fire would one not extinguish?
What does one do when hungry?
When tired and sleepy?
When cold and fire burns low?
In pain, seek relief,
when sick the cure.
Before a reaping one must sow.
Ponderously Planting trees,
Whose prospective shade
In full bloom will not shelter me,
who aspires for whom,
If all, even “I” are empty?
The guide to land of milk and honey
Promised they who followed,
Tribes that once worshiped hollows,
Over countless dunes of sand
There they'd find the promised holy land,
Consecrated by where would stand
No man but son of man.
For on the tribal pyre,
Burns liberties fire.
Ponderously Planting trees,
Who and whom would free,
If all by self are freed?
Phenomena outside of mind
Arises not.
Meditation occurs,
None to be sought.
Behaviors incur,
No actor wrought.
Sacred vows sound.
Absent one bound.
Fruit when it bears,
Fills none there.
On mind reflect,
Mind what projects.
A thing-in-itself
By self alone
Non-existing.
A thing can only be described
by its constituent parts.
A tree is it’s leaves,
roots, trunk, and bark...
I, of mind, body, heart...
And parts themselves but part.
Where does a thing end,
Where does it start
When collective but part
of still some greater part?
