Of Siddhis;

Some say Siddhis is a desert recluse, who never says a Word.

Others say he is a suit and a struggle.

Some recall it this way:

In the garden there is a tree that might as well say that the Buddha sat here.

You Siddhis, you are not sitting under the tree, you are sitting there, on that bench, with that device and those financial “problems”. 

The Spirit of Siddhis… the super natural, an unspoken mystery. Siddhis is more than a person, Siddhis is the wind of the world. This man was called Siddhis. He found a tree that said the Buddha sat here. He looked at the tree where Buddha sat, Then he looked at his cell phone and computer in tow, and through moments of awareness, the thought would arise; and what of me Buddha, and what of me now?

“Karma is financial.” This is your creed and conundrum, Siddhis. The Buddha and Tree, forget it never again. Forward the order is…

Siddhis thought quietly as he moved syep by step. “Meditation practice has made me aware of the footprint of the Tathagata. Am i more knowledge then able, can i now balance knowing and doing with my karma?” Siddhis understood that the Buddha arrived at the tree and stoped. Siddhis arrived at the tree, because of the Buddha, and had emails to write, had a bank account to attend to and a cell phone that may or may not contain his future.  

Siddhis has been thinking that to sit at the tree before arriving would be to practice, but the expectation of the Buddha’s Sit would be ostentatious. Master Tich Nat Hahn said shortly before he died that; “with each step I arrive”.

I see myself within, do friends vanish and arise? Do enemies cling and claw? Siddhis is uncertain;

“How could I arrive at the tree until my debts are absolved and the paperwork is neatly in place, filed away for eternity?”

Would it change everything, even the bank accounts and social ID’s if Siddhis became of Buddha like commitment to overcome?

Siddhis has attempted to sit under the tree, in the field and on the concrete. Siddhis has sat for hours, many revelations like pollen on the wind. Siddhis has fallen asleep under the tree. Siddhis has experienced the dullness. 

“So bright you have been Siddhis, now so dull..” so many disappointed…

But it is Siddhis that is of your higher self and often it is Siddhis who is up to what was not to be yesterday, but is possible today. 

Siddhis has fought and won battles under the tree. Siddhis has stood up from sitting at the tree like he had a few beers and wandered back to a shovel, or a pipe, or a kitchen, or a car.

Some say no merit to Siddhis… Don’t believe everything that you hear.

Keep going Siddhis. Or maybe stop.

Perhaps at each moment we arrive.

Perhaps at each moment I exist.

MOTSETSAN