a dialog between Shabkar and a flower reveals an important teaching on death and impermanence
a dialog between Shabkar and a flower reveals an important teaching on death and impermanence
a dialog between Shabkar and a flower reveals an important teaching on death and impermanence
a dialog between Shabkar and a flower reveals an important teaching on death and impermanence

Shabkar Tsodruk Rangdrol (1781-1851), was a great Tibetan Yogi famous for his affection and concern for animals. His attitude was an expression not only of personal sympathy and aesthetic appreciation but was also rooted in his understanding of Buddhist teaching.

The Life of Shabkar – The Autobiography of a Tibetan Yogi“, composed 14 years before his death in 1837, relates the story of his life and practice as he wandered through Tibet and Nepal. As Shabkar wandered from place to place, practicing meditation, receiving initiations, taking on disciples of his own, he sang spontaneous songs of realization, and these songs make up a large part of the text.

The following is an excerpt of a dialog between Shabkar and a flower revealing an important teaching on death and impermanence.

Another day, I went out for some fresh air to a meadow covered with flowers.

While singing and remaining in a state of awareness, I noticed among the profusion of flowers spread out before me one particular flower waving gently on its long stem and giving out a sweet fragrance.

As it swayed from side to side, I heard this song in the rustling of its petals:

Listen to me, mountain dweller:
I don’t want to hurt your feelings,
But, in fact, you even lack awareness
Of impermanence and death,
Let alone any realization of emptiness.
For those with such awareness,
Outer phenomena all teach impermanence and death.

I, the flower, will now give you, the yogi,
A bit of helpful advice
As a flower born in a meadow,
I enjoy perfect happiness
With my brightly colored petals in full bloom.
Surrounded by an eager cloud of bees,
I dance gaily, swaying gently with the wind.

When a fine rain falls,
My petals wrap around me,
When the sun shines I open like a smile.

Right now I look well enough,
But I won’t last long,
Not at all.
Unwelcome frost will dull these vivid colors,
Till turning brown, I wither.
Later still, winds-
Violent and merciless-
Will tear me apart
Until I turn to dust.

You, hermit,
Are of the same nature.
Surrounded by a host of disciples,
You enjoy a fine complexion,
Your body of flesh and blood is full of life.
When others praise you, you dance with joy;

Right now, you look well enough.
But you won’t last long,
Not at all.
Unhealthy aging will steal away
Your healthy vigor;
Your hair will whiten
And your back will grow bent.
When touched by the merciless hands
Of illness and death
You will leave this world
For the next life,
Since you, mountain-roaming hermit,
And I, a mountain-born flower,
Are mountain friends,
I have offered you
These words of good advice.
Then the flower fell silent and remained still. In reply, I sang:
O brilliant, exquisite flower,
Your discourse on impermanence
Is wonderful indeed.
But what shall the two of us do?
Is there nothing that can be done?

The flower replied:

Among all the activities of samsara
There is not one that is lasting.
Whatever is born will die;
Whatever is joined will come apart;
Whatever is gathered will disperse;
Whatever is high will fall.
Having considered this,
I resolve not to be attached
To these lush meadows.

Even now, in the full glory of my display,
Even as my petals unfold in splendor,
You, too, while strong and fit,
Should abandon your clinging
Meditate in solitude;
Seek the pure field of freedom,
The great serenity.

1 COMMENT

  1. I too said the same as the flower to my mom before she died. Now I many times wonder if she actually reached the understanding of my saying or I just helped her die in loneliness…
    If only we could abandon our clinging so easily..
    Thanks for sharing!

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