The Eight Verses of Training the Mind were written eight hundred years ago by Geshe Langri Thangpa, a great Tibetan Buddhist master in the Kadampa tradition. These verses are the heart of all the lojong practices for training the mind in compassion.
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Drop the “I” and get on with it
There really is no other way
You must get over you.
With heartfelt thanks is launched my noble new deployment
I swear white-flagged allegiance to all beings equally
Until we finally topple as one towering joyful wave
On the inevitable shore of our enlightenment.
I’m suffering from altitude sickness
And it’s an awfully bad case
From thinking too highly of myself
Stuck up in this cold and rarified place
So certain of all but the dream
I dare say I think I know you?
The crunch of Eve’s apply in the pronouns
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Better if the sign said “Ego Alert!”
Reminding this off-duty cop to patrol inner roads
Radar set to detect malice in my own heart
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One night I dream the world is changed
The future quite perfect in every way
And still I’m not content. Imagine my surprise!
The problem it seems within me lies.
See the torment through the blazing
Be patient with malice and misery alike
Don’t condescend with pitying remarks
Love the unloved and endure the sparks
The house wins at Casino Samsara
But we keep betting the farm nonetheless
Always hoping to be the exception
To be the one who finds happiness
May I too have courage and a view that’s higher
Emptiness cannot hurt emptiness in turn
May I take my lumps as coal for the fire
And run to the stake singing, “Burn, karma, burn!”