It's Easier Than You Think: The Buddhist Way to Happiness
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Using delightful and deceptively powerful stories from everyday experiences, beloved Buddhist teacher Sylvia Boorstein demystifies spirituality, charts the path to happiness through the Buddha's basic teachings, shows how to eliminate hindrances to clear seeing, and develops a realistic course toward wisdom and compassion. A wonderfully engaging guide, full of humor, memorable insights, and love.
acting on those feelings as a way of generating happiness. Notice, as well, when unwholesome feelings like anger and greed arise in the mind, and try not to encourage them to grow. Furthermore, the instructions suggest that such unwholesome feelings be put out of the mind. I believe the Buddha meant we have a choice about mind states. This is easier said than done. Greed and anger, at least in little bursts, have a rousing energetic effect, and they are seductive. Perhaps that’s why he called it
angry at the torpor. “Get out of my mind; I’m making a terrible impression!” The torpor continues. Agitation arises in the mind. “I’ll never make it to the intermission. I’ll slump over right here and probably snore, too!” You passionately wish for the end of the evening, and then the mind wonders whether the evening might have an erotic end. Suddenly, the mind wakes up with the erotic thought. “Oh, good,” you think. “Finally I am waking up! Now if I can just keep my mind on these sexy thoughts,
the desire for a luminescent cedar tree arises again. Usually it happens when I am feeling particularly calm and energized, and I think to myself, “This is so extraordinary, now will be my burning bush.” It hasn’t happened yet. Actually, I think I’m glad about that. If I saw one, it wouldn’t last very long, and then it would be gone, and then I’d have to start looking for the next one, and that would be a problem. Burning bushes are few and far between. Contented moments are the potential of
knew!” He went on to explain how, having seen that it’s all a matter of what story you “own,” he decided to have a new story. The old one, he figured, wasn’t serving him well. He finished the Marines, learned machines well enough to get trained in sewing machines as a civilian, married, raised a family, and ran a small, thriving business. He laughingly told me he still hadn’t read more than one whole book in his life. People seem to flock to his store, though. Partly, I guess, it’s because he is
someone else’s. It requires a quiet state of mind. Quivering is subtle. I boarded an early morning flight once, in Laramie, Wyoming, after teaching a three-day, mostly silent workshop for thirty people. I had worked hard to stay attentive to everyone’s experience, and I felt relaxed and content because I thought I had done a good job. An elderly man and woman took seats next to mine, and as soon as we were airborne, the flight attendant served breakfast. “We ordered a kosher breakfast,” the