On the Dawning of Compassion
Compassion arises like an itch, spontaneously and without effort. It requires no special tending or intention beyond the practice of being with what is.
In the cultivation of awareness, one naturally takes note of (and accord with) the implications of one’s glimpsing of one’s true self. Namely, that its limits are boundless, and that every variety of experience is natal to one’s being.
From this experiential vantage, a universal sense and flow of compassion emerges as the very act of according with reality.
This compassion isn’t tropic, and it often doesn’t fit the performative mold of attempts at the cultivation of compassion for compassion’s sake.
Rather this compassion is more dispositional in nature- transmuting anger with sadness, and through the great gate of sadness reaching through to touch the heart of all beings, beneath the play of greed, anger, and ignorance, to what those things give rise to shield- namely, the self unknown.