Last in Line

I hold a unique place in my biological family line to which the name Stevens is applied. I am the last one. I have no children, and all others of my blood connections with the last name Stevens have passed away. I can’t say that this fact really affects me, as I don’t think a name needs to be carried forth as some legacy. But I do reflect about the finality; the biological lineage will cease upon my passing. Everything ends.

The only legacy I care about is my Buddhist lineage, and that’s not about me. It’s about a long line of teachers and teachings that span hundreds of years. This seems worthwhile to continue, and I’m heartened to know that I’m not completely responsible for this legacy. It’s a good thing, since I’m a poor example of the lineage. Many more authentic and capable teachers than I will represent and transmit what is necessary.

For my part, I am content to offer what this karmic body can give. This is all any one of us can do in life; offer our training and experience to help others according to our capability. Since the only thing that calls us to this life is the love we have held back, the test of our fleeting time alive is to cease holding back love. If we practice that while we are living, then we will leave a legacy of love. There is no other reason to be here.

My prayer is that I can remind a few people of their capacity to love; to realize the union of wisdom and compassion. When I am last in line and my number is called, perhaps a flower of loving kindness will bloom in my passing. May all beings bloom wherever they are.