Buddha Got Beheaded & It Was a Bloody Beautiful Sight!

Via on Apr 27, 2012

Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall;
Humpty Dumpty had a great fall. 
All the King’s horses 
And all the King’s men
Couldn’t  put Humpty together again! 

 The other day, my Buddha statue fell to the floor and his head broke off. My brother asked me how I manage to break everything I come in contact with. My beloved told me I should look for the lesson, but I was more concerned about looking for Buddha’s head, which had inconveniently rolled under the bed and was now being used as a makeshift ball and plaything for my yoga loving Yorkie, Frankie.

Much to Frankie’s dismay, I confiscated the head and set it aside, along with the broken Buddha, telling myself I’d fix it one day. (“One day”—meaning when I overcame my laziness and went to the store specifically for superglue.)

Fast forward to a week or so later, when I was having an especially rough day. I was having extreme bouts of monkey brain moments and I couldn’t get my butt home to the meditation cushion fast enough. (No, I didn’t need to be home to have a few moments of mindfulness and meditative bliss, but it’s just so much easier when your mind is all ready conditioned to relax because you’re in your sacred space!) My monkey brained madness was stemming from a doctor’s visit and while I was waiting for my prescription at the pharmacy, I remembered to pick up some superglue. (*Pats self on back.*) I pouted and sulked and drove myself crazy the entire train ride home.

Once I got home, my best intentions to meditate and levitate it all out went to hell in a handbag; I couldn’t get myself to sit still, so I opted for an active “movement meditation” in the form of gluing Buddha’s head back on straight. It was very therapeutic, symbolic, and a total act of compassion for myself, and it was also a good thing for my beautiful Buddha.

(Note: Remember nonviolence. If your energy is all over the place, it would be very violent to force yourself to sit still and meditate. Show yourself some love and try a moving meditation! Some of the best meditations can happen off the mat/cushion.)

Buddha, by the way, fared much better than Humpty Dumpty. I guess the king’s men didn’t have superglue.

As I clumsily glued his head back on (yes, I glued my fingers together at one point), thinking about his great fall that knocked his head clean off his shoulders, I peered inside of him. He was empty. He was just a container for emptiness. And even without his head, he was still the Buddha. It didn’t change the magnificent being he was.

And maybe it wasn’t so bad that he was headless. After all, if you’re using your head and not your heart you think too much and create problems that don’t even exist yet, like I was doing in all of my monkey brained madness. My brain was running amuck and taking me with it. I was worrying about scenarios and possibilities that hadn’t happened yet. I am willing to bet the Buddha never worried about getting beheaded, or about his head being used as a puppy’s plaything. Buddha would, in fact, probably appreciate the puppy’s ability to be curious about the new-found object—his head—and the joyful moments of exploration leading to playtime, courtesy of the said head.

I identify with this particular Buddha statue even more now. He is a reminder that we all have a Buddha natureme too! Both of us now have a scar in the same place—him from his date with decapitation, me from a thyroid surgery. Twinsies! (Said with a squeal of excitement.)

May we all become more like the headless Buddha in our moments of monkey brained madness—a container for vast emptiness full of possibility. May we welcome these moments of monkey brained madness with open arms; these are teachable moments to become curious about what’s inside. May we be courageous enough to explore our very cores. And maybe, like my yoga loving yorkie, we will allow ourselves to not only explore, but to have fun and enjoy the unfamiliar and unknown.


Editor: Brianna Bemel

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5 Responses to “Buddha Got Beheaded & It Was a Bloody Beautiful Sight!”

  1. integralhack says:

    Love this. You have a delightful gift for humor using self deprecation–which of course is a Buddhist virtue!

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