The pig sutra
The Golden Boar's meditations on life's incomprehensibilities
In the beginning I was here with my curl
and now I am here both with and without curl.
When I rest in who I am
nothing exists, not even my curly tail.
No sows, no dung, just That.
When I take shape I am a well-built boar.
My fur is rough and golden.
My life is complete and nothing is missing.
And my curly tail is there - full of strength and vigor.
There will never be any time,
when I will not be here, always present.
By my curl, life is good!
There never was anything like time,
nothing ever happened,
never ever.
All this waiting and longing
for something that will never come -
completely in vain.
I am always here - always now.
Rolling myself in the dung,
enjoying how it tickles
in my rough back.
What more can I ask for, all is complete.
By my curl, life is good!
Sows come, sows go.
Oh these lovely beings that touch my heart so deeply.
I laugh, I cry, I make love.
I forget everything and dance in the dung,
splash all around me and become complete brown.
What more than this is of any importance?
I put my snout into everything I can get at.
I grub, dig, smell and taste.
Ah how good, how wonderful everything smells!
Every fragrance, every root, every potato peel,
is absolutely perfect, is the best.
By my curl, life is good!
Why look for other dunghills?
Why fight and search for other smells?
Why dream about other sows?
I truly have all that I need!
Right in front of my snout is the whole universe,
why should i grieve?
With a cheerful grunt I keep on rooting,
empty of thoughts but with a full heart.
How beautiful everything is!
I can look at the dung forever.
The sun shines, my fur is warm.
By my curl, life is good!
I am one with everything and everything exists in me.
How then can I miss anything,
when everything is already here?
I am in love: with live, with the sows, with my piglets, with my curl.
I eat, roll around, make love, watch.
I see life in motion but nothing is happening.
Big miracle! I am always here and everything comes from me.
I don't move, nothing happens and at the same time this incredible multiplicity.
I don't understand anything, I don't need to understand.
Understanding is but ideas, ideas are but thoughts,
thoughts are but energy in motion.
I don't know what my next thought will be, doesn't matter, have no control.
By my curl, life is good!
The highest truth is in my snout, in my curl, in my hooves.
The highest truth is that I am lying here, in the middle of the dung.
On my back, shaking with delight.
My hooves trembles, my curl vibrates, my snout puffs and blows.
Oh, what a swinish life!
Many pigs say, that you have to struggle, you have to save
because there is not enough.
I only say this: If that is what you want, go ahead and do it!
"A pig ’s gotta do what a pig ’s gotta do”.
You will soon get tired of trying
and of looking for something better.
By my curl, life is good!
But everything is already here!
Just trust your snout.
Follow the feeling in you curl
and ask yourself the question:
Where is all the dung coming from?
Go deep within your heart, forget everything you know.
When you least expect it,
everything opens.
And you lie there astonished:
Was it that simple, so unexpectedly obvious.
I have simply always been here, I am the one that I have been looking for.
By my curl, life is good! |
