Inundated by the flood of chaos, we have been overwhelmed once again.  The Buddha was here on his night of enlightenment.  Attacked by Mara and Mara’s waves of soldier assassins.  Coming at him over the hedges of the battlefield.  Stonewall angular matrixes overcome with the aggression of inebriated Viking warlords.  A tunnel, a funnel of aggressive animosity and derision.  Wave upon wave of attack. 

 

But the Buddha would remain steadfast.  Encompassed in solace and solitude.  In the glorious incandescent ascending of the divine.  Accepting all the chaotic rambling derision of the prolonged attack, he invited in all of the overwhelming negativity.

 

Accepting it all, he sat within the eye of the hurricane.  As the vortex swirled around him, he was inundated by the assassin’s jettisoned rumbling.  He was a sluice, a filter through which all the warriors passed by, out and through him without creating one single injury.  He was saved and absolved from any of the rampant chaos by the settlement of his soul.  Of his place in the eye of the hurricane, being protected from all the wayward assassins of Mara who would have maimed and flayed him if he had ever resisted.

 

Resistance to pain would have caused the Buddha endless suffering, and prevented him from achieving enlightenment.  Acceptance to pain prevented any suffering and allowed his material form to vacate his body, lifting him up into the salvation of a Boddhisatva.  And this vacancy of the mind and the body from the soul morphed him into a nascent non-corporeal form within the eye of the hurricane.

 

Saved from the impact of all the chaos, even though inundated by it, he arose, rose above all the kinetic disruption of this place and time, and delivered to all of us a pathway to saving grace for the soul.  For divine deliverance from all the chaotic ramblings, from the attack of nocturnal material assassins.

 

Acceptance of all of this chaos will lead us to the rapturous serenity and safety of divine deliverance.  We too can watch the hordes of Mara descend and gather, form regiments of assassins, and jettison themselves from the darkness to attack us with fear, invective and persecution.  And sitting softly and calmly, within the eye of the hurricane, the waves, the gathering and undulating waves of assassins will merely pass us by with all their antagonism, aggression and derision.

 

Our bodies, our minds, released over by the core of Self and soul will be the translucent filter for all of this chaos.  It will merely pass through us without a single inflection of pain.  There will be no more injuries for us to recover from. 

Acceptance of all the chaos and suffering that threatens to immolate us from the armies of Mara will lead only to peace and grace. To ascension into the divine. And we and Mara will sit down to have tea, to discuss all the hallucinating holistic madness. And laugh about all the pain and suffering that never needed to be. That we avoided and stepped aside from simply by allowing ourselves to sit in calm acceptance within the eye of the hurricane. Peace and grace. Our calm arising into the next stage of enlightenment.