I talked online on Saturday about the Verse of Atonement, the gatha with which we start the online Saturdays and, of course, we chant first thing every morning on sesshin.
All evil karma ever committed by me
On account of my beginningless greed, anger and ignorance
Born of my body, mouth and thought
Now I atone for it all.
I won't say anything here about any of this except to share some exploration of the word 'beginningless'. I have always been struck by the idea that Buddhist
cosmology is so utterly different from that of, say, the Abrahamic faiths, in
that it does not posit a point at which the world comes into being, there is no
creation myth in the canon. This is a topic for another day, perhaps. But for what it's worth, this is what came to me on the topic of 'beginninglessness':
There is something of the eternal about us – don't make too
much of this, it is not personal! But under the layers of habit and
personality and history, under our joys and sorrows, our guilts and our
vindications, under our cherished notions of who we are and our loves and
losses... under all that is timeless being. Our original face before our
parents were born. Our primal conscious matrix, which is not
individual, which is part of the warp and woof of the universe. Our fleeting glimpses
of this are like the slightest touches a mayfly leaves, tapping the surface of
the pond. And while we return to the light of our conscious lives, the dark
depths of that eternal and unchangeable AMness is unmoved and undifferentiated
by it.
(This is what image creation tool ideogram.ai produced
when I gave it just the word 'beginningless' to work with.
Not sure what it was 'thinking', but it's pretty enough!)