Bunny In A Bunny Suit
Lyrics by Richy Vesecky, Music by Frank Bango, Sung by Simone White
pretending to be myself again
acting as if I was who I am
wearing the clothes that I always wear
and doing the usual thing to my hair
Comments: We all cling to an identity,
and try to live up to it,
with the way we present ourselves,
with the habits we are used too.
pretending to be myself again
imitating the person I’ve always been
legally changing my name to my name
and making believe I’m exactly the same
Comments: Even as we cling to a familiar ‘self’,
we change from moment to moment –
even the sense of ‘self’ we believe we are clinging to.
a bunny in a bunny suit
tiger in a tiger mask
who in the world do you think that I am
I suppose it depends on who you ask
Comments: Are we really who we are, in our skin,
or are we still wearing a disguise we cling to?
Who we really are differs with the perceptions of others,
and even that of ourselves, as our perceptions change too.
of all the disguises I’ve ever worn
I flatter myself in the most sincere form
still I’m kept at a distance by friends
for just pretending to be myself again
Comments: When we present ourselves best we can,
are we being sincere to others and ourselves,
or is it a kind of insincerity?
If we are insincere to ourselves, can we be sincere to others?
a bunny in a bunny suit
vampire with plastic teeth
who in the world do I think that I am
I suppose it depends on who I believe
Comments: Perhaps we are truly who we appear to be,
yet in some ways not so too.
Who in the world do you think you are with your changes,
other than your unchanging Buddha-nature within?
The self is always changing becos there is no self to begin with for the existence of an ego is an illusion. Like an empty cup, when u pour Milo into it, it is a cup that is filled with Milo. When u pour fruit juice into it, it is a cup filled with fruit juice. While some may say the cup is the identity, if I pour noodles into it, it maybe called a cup noodle but if it’s a cup that looks like a bowl, is it a cup or bowl? In every aspects of the human life, we spent most of the time trying to understand our self. We pegged ourselves to activities and objects and testing all the faculties of our senses in order to figure out what we think we are. In short, we fill up our lives to get a taste of what we are. But if there is really a self we can fully figure out, why come so much sadness and sorrow. How can one feel sad over what one truly, fully and clearly understand? It because the self changes that change is pain and sometimes hope. The same way we used to fall in love with someone and years later we may experience a change of heart. One man’s loss is another man’s gain. The self is always changing that’s why people who dun smoke become smokers. People who are not born gamblers become gamblers. We are what we fill our lives with. Our self take the form of the substance we fill ourselves with. May all be filled with love, compassion and wisdom. That’s what we really need in a world scarred with anger, pride, jealousy, desire and ignorance.
This is awesome. A great combination good song writing, a beautiful voice, and most importantly great lyrics.
The cup (representing body) that holds the drink (representing mind) changes too, through wear and tear, much like ageing and disease… before it breaks similarly to death.
(C)
In the movie “the day the earth stand still”, a futuristic noah ark sort of plot, klaatu the alien said a very interesting line ” Nothing truly ever dies. All things are simply transformed”. The Buddha nature does not die nor the Buddha mind. What dies is our retribution body and our retribution mind. Being put together by the karmic forces. Being taken apart by karmic forces. As long as we crave for this samsaric identity, we will come together becos of karma and fall apart becos of karma simply becos the conditions that put us together have changed or are no longer so. Just like the conditions of soil, sun, water…etc help plants grow. If we change or remove one of these variables, they might flourish so will they die.
Here is a Dharma review of the remake of the movie to share:
http://www.buddhistchannel.tv/index.php?id=12,7563,0,0,1,0
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If you say it fast enough,
“self” sounds a lot like “cell”
And yet, every cell’s existence depends on the other elements around it, which allows it to survive. There is thus no fixed self; only interdependence.