On my left shoulder blade, there is a tattoo of a Tibetan dorje with the mantra Om Mani Peme Hum Hri in Tibetan characters around it. I got the tattoo because I have an interest in Tibet, I think it is a beautiful region, and (I guess) I imagined that Tibetan Buddhist symbols and mantras were somehow universal for all Buddhists.
For the past couple of weeks, I've tried fostering my interest in Buddhism. I'm meditating (irregularly), trying to read dharma books, and I'm posting here and on the sister site, Dharma Wheel. I wouldn't say that I'm Buddhist (yet), but my heart increasingly leans towards the Dharma.
I don't know where I "belong" in the Dharma. And belonging seems to matter since it dictates what meditation method you use, what teachings you primarily focus upon, what kind of books you read, etc. A kind heart on the Dharma Wheel forum re-directed my confusion, allowing me to see that, at base, I should be meditating, observing suffering in desire, greed, hate, lust, etc., observing the co-dependent arising of things, and cultivating the brahmaviharas. I couldn't agree more.
I still feel this need to "belong." The people over at Dharma Wheel think I'm a troll because I started a topic yesterday questioning some of the more ceremonial and ritualistic elements in Mahayana and Vajrayana. As I said, things like bells, prayer flags, special deities, and prostrations can become a distraction. Some people over there are a little sensitive (and clingy) and felt that I had a combative tone. There's nothing combative about me: These are my observations, and I'm looking for observations. And I'm not a troll.
So, I'm wondering: Do I belong in the Theravada school? I mean, I'm currently reading Thich Nhat Hanh's Old Path White Clouds and In the Words of the Buddha by Bhikkhu Bodhi, and I find myself thinking, "This is what the Buddha taught, not prayers and offerings and tantra."
But I have this tattoo. A Tibetan tattoo which praises Avolekitesvara. I'm not interested in getting it removed. And it's this tatoo which makes me think I ought to endure the absurdity of something like Ngondro.


