We are like potatoes.Each rebirth is like being pulled up from the garden bed; born from the dirty karmic soil.
We are so covered in the mud of thought and desire, that we cannot see our real, true inner-self.
Most Buddhist paths teach us to recognize the difference between 'mud' and 'spud', but already knowing my potato skin, I was already at ease with the removal of the soil and with being real. Many people in today's Western world are not. They need to firstly see the layers, before removing the 'main' one that they are used to seeing and being - the soil of karma. Secondly, one has to learn how to wash it away, gently. My natural, inbuilt need for reality and truth made me cleanse the mud off directly, far quicker than most people will do. I still lie on top of the soil; the mud can still be blown over me again by karmic winds. The rain of Buddhism keeps me clean though, continually cleansing me of karmic residue.
One day, in a future life, I hope to be carried indoors and used - just as the Buddhas are born to eventually leave cyclic existence for Nirvana. I build compassion and loving kindness, and I grow my potato core…
Being dug up from the vegetable patch is like finding Buddhism. The Buddha is the perfected clean spud that no soil can dirty ever again, being taken indoors to be eaten up by Nirvana - not replanted and re-grown, repeatedly, in the vegetable garden of Samsara.
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