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Buddha eats brownies. Flour, eggs and Toss in some nuts, Brownies, The Enlightened One, He carries these gifts But
just mention the Word brownie,
Buddha
Eats Brownies The
inspiration for this poem came during my certification as an instructor
for Dr Paul Lam’s Tai Chi for Arthritis program. We
were planning for the two-day workshop and deciding what food to bring to
nourish ourselves during the breaks. There
were to be fruits, water, bran muffins, pita chips and spread.
The Master Trainer asked if someone would bring brownies. I was
quite stunned to hear such an enlightened man ask for brownies.
What really struck me was the way he asked for the brownies.
His whole body became animated as a child reciting a Christmas wish
list. I had
spent several years practicing Tai Chi with him.
I admired his aura of peace and deliciously devoured the nuggets of
wisdom he was constantly dropping. I
assumed he was above brownies. I never
really thought about the diet of an enlightened being. Perhaps one spends
the days eating humus and living off holy water and scared scriptures. After
all, John the Baptist ate locusts and wild honey, Moses was fed manna from
heaven, Elijah found cakes baking on a rock and Jesus had meat to eat that
we knew not of. Brownies
are just not exotic. Their lack of mystique caused me to reflect on how I
had romanticized enlightenment, levitating yogis, ostentatious ceremonies,
glowing auras, and walking on water. I
realized that while looking for the awe, I put God so far off when in fact
we can see his face in the simplest things.
Yes, even in brownies. In my
moments of meditation I don’t hear thundering voices or psychedelic
colors. I feel alertness or at times a sense of peace or a warm glow. God
is there. I feel
the activity of God during Tai Chi stepping.
When I drop the heel, root, shift the weight, I feel a surge of
energy as if atoms were bursting up my leg.
When a driver stops and lets me cross the rush–hour traffic, I
know God is there. I see the
face of God in my students’ smiles. See the
Divine in everything, everybody and every situation. We miss life’s
greatest joys because we’re looking for fireworks. But
God can be found in the simplest of things. |
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