When my kids were teenagers, they went to the high school
about a half mile from my work. Whenever I’d hear a siren during school hours,
I would first check the time. Are they in class or at lunch in another
teenager’s car going who knows where? My mind would tense and my heart would
tighten as I worried that something horrible had happened to them. It became my
habit, and has remained so, that whenever I hear a siren, I say a metta phrase
to myself. Something like “may they be ok, may they not be too hurt, may they
be safe.” I know that my wishes are not magic, and won’t change whatever has
happened. And I also know that my wishes make me feel better and restore my
mind and heart to a more comfortable less frightened place.
“The Buddha first taught the metta meditation as an antidote
to fear, as a way of surmounting terrible fear when it arises. The legend is
that he sent a group of monks off to meditate in a forest that was inhabited by
tree spirits. These spirits resented the presence of the monks and tried to
drive them away by appearing as ghoulish visions, with awful smells and
terrible, shrieking noises. The tradition says that the monks became terrified
and ran back to the Buddha, begging him to send them to a different forest for
their practice. Instead, the Buddha replied, "I am going to send you back
to the same forest, but I will provide you with the only protection you will
need." This was the first teaching of metta meditation. The Buddha
encouraged the monks not only to recite the metta phrases but to actually
practice them. As these stories all seem to end so happily, so did this one—it
is said that the monks went back and practiced metta, so that the tree spirits
became quite moved by the beauty of the loving energy filling the forest, and
resolved to care for and serve the monks in all ways.
The inner meaning
of the story is that a mind filled with fear can still be penetrated by the
quality of lovingkindness. Moreover, a mind that is saturated by lovingkindness
cannot be overcome by fear; even if fear should arise, it will not overpower
such a mind.”
Sharon Salzberg, Loving-Kindness; The Revolutionary Art of
Happiness.
Here is the Buddha’s original teaching on metta, The Metta
Sutta. I hope you enjoy it. As you read it, you might find that a certain line feels
particularly meaningful, and then another and then another. Spend some time
with it and see what seems most important. Then come back a read it another day
and see what’s important then. Or you might choose to keep a particular line in
mind as you go through your day as a reminder or an intention.
Metta Sutta; The Buddha's Words on Loving-Kindness
This is what should be done
By those who are skilled in goodness,
And who know the path of peace:
Let them be able and upright,
Straightforward and gentle in speech,
Humble and not conceited,
Contented and easily satisfied,
Unburdened with duties and frugal in their ways,
Peaceful and calm, and wise and skillful,
Not proud and demanding in nature.
Let them not do the slightest thing
That the wise would later reprove.
Wishing: in gladness and in safety,
May all beings be at ease.
Whatever living beings there may be;
Whether they are weak or strong, omitting none,
The great or the mighty, medium, short or small,
The seen and the unseen,
Those living near and far away,
Those born and to-be-born—
May all beings be at ease!
Let none deceive another,
Or despise any being in any state.
Let none through anger or ill-will
Wish harm upon another.
Even as a mother protects with her life
Her child, her only child,
So with a boundless heart
Should one cherish all living beings;
Radiating kindness over the entire world,
Spreading upward to the skies,
And downward to the depths;
Outward and unbounded,
Freed from hatred and ill-will.
Whether standing or walking, seated or lying down,
Free from drowsiness,
One should sustain this recollection.
This is said to be the sublime abiding.
By not holding to fixed views,
The pure-hearted one, having clarity of vision,
Being freed from all sense desires,
Is not born again into this world.
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