I love boundaries. They stop somebody from hiking into my home, having ###### with my pot factories, eating always my peanut butter straight from the jar,
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Boundaries and Buddhism
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Lately, in rejoinder to variant customary samsaric crisis,
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But... how do boundaries, and the dharma, sit with each other? My understanding of boundaries is that it involves clearly delineating between "you", "me", "him",
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puma suede shoes, and my cousin Darryl. They can all cooperate, sure, but they all linger detach. My shallow understanding of the deep fact of the dharma is that there is no disjunction between everything alternatively anybody. The mind of detachment is simply nonsensical. We are all made up of bits of the globe, sea, sky, and each other, for heavens' sake. You are probably breathing in one climate molecule exhaled by Elvis and the Dalai Lama and Genghis Khan and Beyonce right... now! Far out hey.
Or, OK, more seriously, having a explicit sense of boundaries allows you to calmly say "no" to guilt trips,
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Boundaries would see me calmly and lovingly confronting Darryl, telling him he is no longer permitted to treat my pot plants as his own.
P.S. Naturally,
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They are either helpful, and I think, while understood well and secondhand wisely, somehow not as yet separately.
And... I love the dharma. It's a view of reality which I have base unfailingly useful and helpful and admirable.
I don't understand, but I evaluate the solution to this conundrum lies in the noble eightfold path, for well for other areas no mistrust. I reckon for a apprentice, play-dough-n-poopy-pants-level Buddhist favor me, "right" outlooks, thoughts, words,
ghd straightener, actions and so ahead give nice boundary-type guidance while leaving the route open for beyond depth of comprehending,
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Right actions might watch me, out of compassion, not granting Darryl apt injure me along leaving me bereft of peanut butter, though possibly I could then give him a set of bathtowels and a maidenhair fern as his birthday.