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A poem about sickness
by Jigme Lingpa (1729-1798)  Sicknesses are the brooms sweeping your evil deeds;
Seeing the sicknesses as the teachers, pray to them.
Sicknesses are coming to you by the kindness of the masters
and the Three Jewels.
Sicknesses are your accomplishments, so worship them as the deities;
Sicknesses are the signs that your bad karmas are being exhausted.
Do not look at the face of your sickness,
but at the one (the mind) who is sick.
Do not place the sicknesses on your mind,
but place your naked intrinsic awareness upon your sickness.
This is the instruction on sickness arising as the Dharmakaya.
The body is inanimate and mind is emptiness.
What can cause pain to an inanimate thing or harm to the emptiness?
Search for where the sicknesses are coming from,
where they go, and where they dwell.
Sicknesses are mere sudden projections of your thoughts.
When those thoughts disappear, the sicknesses dissolve too.
There is not better fuel (than sicknesses) to burn off the bad karmas.
Don't get into entertaining a sad mind or negative views
(over the sicknesses),
But see them as the signs of the waning of your bad karmas,
and rejoice over them.
This poem comes from Masters of Meditation and Miracles, p. 126, translated by Tulku Thondup
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