Saturday, March 30, 2013

Noble Birth - Coming Back to Life

Noble Birth
There is a very well known story about a man who became a monk. When he he became a monk he was given a new name, Ahimsa which means harmless. He was a golden monk. His teacher, the head of the community adored him. But the other monks felt jealousy and contempt for him and set about to harm him. They convinced the Abbott that Ahimsa was not to be trusted and that the Abbott need to test his loyalty and faithfulness. The Abbott, quite distressed and caught up in the hate of the monks sent for Ahimsa. He gave Ahimsa a very unusual task. The Abbott requested that Ahimsa go and to bring back a finger. Ahimsa took the request to heart and went on a killing frenzy. He killed countless others and removed the fingers from every corpse and strung them around his neck. He gained a reputation of being frightening and dangerous and everyone called him Angulimala, The Finger Necklace monk.

It happens that Angulimala, the murderer, came upon the Buddha. The encounter was quite brief but impacted Angulimala. Buddha told Angulimala to STOP! He heeded the Buddha's admonition and did stop and became a disciple of the Buddha. After he became a disciple the following story occurred.

Angulimala, The Disciple

Angulimala, early in the morning, put on his robes & carrying his bowl went for alms. On his almsrounds he saw a woman suffering a breech birth. Seeing her, he exclaimed, "How tormented are living beings!" When he returned to Buddha he told him about the woman suffering. 

The Buddha said, "Angulimala, go to her and when you find her say, "Sister, since I was born I do not recall intentionally killing a living being. Through this truth may you and you baby have well being." 

Angulimala said to Buddha, "But Lord wouldn't that be a lie? I have killed many beings." 
"In that case, " said the Buddha, "go to that woman and say, "Sister since I was born in the noble birth, I do not recall intentionally killing a living being. Through this truth may you and your baby be well." 

Angulimala said, "As you say, Lord." He went to the woman and spoke to her of his noble birth and wished them well being. Both mother and baby were well.



Noble and peerless Infinite Compassion,
And all awakened and awakening beings,
May the truth in the fullness of their intentions,
Move all beings in their infinities,
To the finest in awakening mind.

With love to all of you.

Holy Today

Birth
Death
Life Goes On
For each of the past five Lenten Fridays a small group of us have met.  We meditate for about twenty minutes and then have a teaching.  Liz asked each of us to take a turn at doing the teaching.  Yesterday was my day.  I gave each person ten cards with the sayings from the Ten Ox Herder Pictures and fourteen cards with the Stations of the Cross.  What I did in my teaching was to try to match the two stories.  And what makes these two very different stories match, is my understanding of each story. 

So here's my story for Holy Saturday.  The final Ox Herder picture is titled:  Entering the market place with open hands aka Life Goes On. I matched this picture with the 13th and 14th Station of the Cross:  #13 - The body is taken down from the cross.  #14 - Jesus is laid in the tomb.

Station 13

Station 14
By the final picture, the ox herder has found his ego maniac self, tamed it, the ox has disappeared and so has the ox herder.  And he's returned to the origin.  This is all pretty transcendent stuff.  So what happens next?  The identities he once loved and cultivated are gone.  All that is left is for the ox herder to do is to go into his life, but now he goes into his life with open hands. There is a line from the chant Merging Difference and Unity that goes like this:  Encountering the absolute is not yet enlightenment.  This is where the ox herder is:  entering his life.

Now, in the story from the Stations of the Cross, Jesus has died (#12). The Stations of the Cross explain how all of Jesus' identities were stripped away and in death he finds the transcendent.  And what do the people left behind do?  The Sabbath is coming and the body needs to be removed from the cross (#13).  And so it is taken down.  An empty tomb must be found (#14).  And so it is.  What is happening is that life goes on. In the midst of tragedy and sorrow life goes on.  Encountering the absolute is not yet enlightenment.

The Ox Herder Pictures and the Stations of the Cross are stories about finding/understanding/seeing the Divine, God, Emptiness.  What I've learned is to try to take stories like these from the concrete and move them to a different plane.  But most importantly I learned and feel the story inside myself.  We all can take "age-old-stories" and make them our own by finding truth deep within us.

I encourage you to take the Ox Herder Pictures and the Stations of the Cross and put them together for yourself and see what you learn or see differently.  What you learn will ultimately wind through you and become another story.

Many Blessings as you go into your life with open hands.
Marilyn

Friday, March 29, 2013

Celebration of Death



The Cross
"He showed me the brightness of the world."
The quote is by a Buddhist monk and he is talking about his teacher. The brightness he refers to is not the joys of food, family, fun, arts, or anything along those lines. It is the brightness of a deeper kind. The teaching he received or at least one of them was the four Noble Truths. There is suffering, there is a cause, there is an end and there is a path with some instructions.

The teachings invite you to face the suffering as best you can in order to comprehend clearly the cause of the misery. If you clearly see the cause, you have a shot of ending it. Ending the suffering is an inside job and it requires the practice of relinquishment.

Can you celebrate suffering as many, many celebrate the death on the cross? 

Thursday, March 28, 2013

Wash the Feet

Kiss the Feet 



"Suzuki Roshi, I've been listening to your lectures for years," a student said..."but I just don't understand. Could you please put it in a nutshell. Could you reduce Buddhism to one phrase!"

"Everything changes."


Everyone, or very close to everyone has been betrayed. Betrayal is rooted in your desire for the other to live up to something either expected or agreed upon. When the other person or when you yourself do not come through you take it personally and feel betrayed. Idealists have a very hard time with letting go or continuing and living with Suzuki Roshi's nutshell. Composure and love for others is rooted in allowance and a recognition that "everything changes." When someone harms you are your roots of desire and expectation of them the cause of your suffering?

In some respects, everything lets you down eventually. Medicines of any kind eventually fail and the body betrays you. Friends and family die. You yourself age and get sick. The path of someone you love may take them away from you or their suffering may cause you harm. All of it is included in what we call "life."

Christ and Shakyamuni held a "no harm" policy towards others. How is that? How were they able to wash the feet of everyone, even those who betrayed them? No malice, no grudge, no harm, no envy, no revenge, no payback, no ill-will, no judgement...no lording it over anyone, ever.

Consider those you hold harm against. Consider letting go of the roots of wanting it otherwise. Consider washing their feet. Take your time, include everyone. Everything changes, it's not too late.


Often we feel hurt when someone or some institution fails to do something we feel is the good thing to do. Our views of what is fair and just and right run our life and so when we think or expect someone to see our way we suffer. Our roots are in the soil of desire and expectations and cause us to suffer.

The current Supreme Court cases on the legalization of marriage for all adults in this nation are rife with the possibility of hate and ill-will to arise. The root of the suffering is within my own being. I feel the edge of it. I feel the pain and sorrow of it. I do not blame the nation, the courts, those who have hated me or hate me now. Neither do I blame myself. The arguments showed me that there is discrimination and prejudice which are very difficult and painful things for those who hold such feelings towards me, a gay woman who is married. Could I wash the feet of those hate me? Those who hold a bias against me?

This morning, Marilyn, asked me to watch a video of another institution that discriminates against me. The video clip was of the Pastor of Saint Nick’s church, a man I respect and admire for his boldness and acceptance of diversity. He was asked a simple question by a TV reporter, “Do they (women) deserve a greater voice?”  “Yeah, I understand the tension for a woman today, but I also understand the struggle for the church today. This is 2000 years of thinking a certain way and so is God really asking us to change this, can we, do we have the authority?”

I was somewhat surprised at his answer because I had in my mind a view of him as someone who would say yes in a more categorical way. He didn’t. This organization discriminates against me in many ways, I am a woman and I am a gay woman who is married. Could I wash this man’s feet?

The practice for me and for you is to release your grasp on the myriad identities of who you think you are because they cause harm! It is as simple and as difficult as that! We need Buddha Eyes, Christ Eyes.

But what is really going on here is a problem of identity. When we cling to an identity of our self or others we head into a hell zone. When you are willing and able to release these leopard skins of who you think you are, you no longer are cooked up in the storms of prejudice, bias, and discrimination. In other words, although these prejudices are arising in these institutions, they are not personal although the little “me” identity wants to take it personally. If your wife or husband cheats on you, don’t take it personally. If someone betrays a contract, don’t take it up into your own heart. But this takes practice because we tend to take everything as though it is about “ME.”

The allure of the world is constant and one must be ever vigilant regarding this allure.  The maniac “me” wants to right the wrongs, make something happen, fix and repair and make a difference. It hops from branch to branch trying to find just the right thing to bring satisfaction. This bird suffers.

The little “me” is a mere shadow of the real, free bird above. It is to see from the perch of the high bird. The high bird no longer wants anything from the courts, the church, the institutions because the high bird is free of wanting anything in particular. The high bird is content. And this is where spiritual practice leads. This is where compassion, joy, kindness and equanimity live. But these feelings are often misunderstood. They take tremendous strength, courage and a lot of practice.



Tuesday, March 26, 2013

The Story of Tea


 
Tea

In ancient times, tea was not known outside China. Rumors of its existence had reached the wise and the unwise of other countries, and each tried to find out what it was in accordance with what he wanted or what he thought it should be.

     The King of Inja ('here') sent an embassy to China, and they were given tea by the Chinese Emperor. But, since they saw that the peasants drank it too, they concluded that it was not fit for their royal master: and, furthermore, that the Chinese Emperor was trying to deceive them, passing off some other substance for the celestial drink.

     The greatest philosopher of Anja ('there') collected all the information he could about tea, and concluded that it must be a substance which existed but rarely, and was of another order than anything then known. For was it not referred to as being a herb, a water, green, black, sometimes bitter, sometimes sweet?

     In the countries of Koshish and Bebinem, for centuries the people tested all the herbs they could find. Many were poisoned, all were disappointed. For nobody had brought the tea-plant to their lands, and thus they could not find it. They also drank all the liquids which they could find, but to no avail.

     In the territory of Mazhab ('Sectarianism') a small bag of tea was carried in procession before the people as they went on their religious observances. Nobody thought of tasting it: indeed, nobody knew how. All were convinced that the tea itself had a magical quality. A wise man said: 'Pour upon it boiling water, ye ignorant ones!' They hanged him and nailed him up, because to do this, according to their belief, would mean the destruction of their tea. This showed that he was an enemy of their religion.

     Before he died, he had told his secret to a few, and they managed to obtain some tea and drink it secretly. When anyone said: 'What are you doing?' they answered: 'It is but medicine which we take for a certain disease.'

     And so it was throughout the world. Tea had actually been seen growing by some, who did not recognize it. It had been given to others to drink, but they thought it the beverage of the common people. It had been in the possession of others, and they worshiped it. Outside China, only a few people actually drank it, and those covertly.

     Then came a man of knowledge, who said to the merchants of tea, and the drinkers of tea, and to others: 'He who tastes, knows. He who tastes not, knows not. Instead of talking about the celestial beverage, say nothing, but offer it at your banquets. Those who like it will ask for more. Those who do not, will show that they are not fitted to be tea-drinkers. Close the shop of argument and mystery. Open the tea house of experience.'

     The tea was brought from one stage to another along the Silk Road, and whenever a merchant carrying jade or gems or silk would pause to rest, he would make tea, and offer it to such people as were near him, whether they were aware of the repute of tea or not. This was the beginning of the Chaikhanas, the tea houses which were established all the way from Peking to Bokhara and Samarkand. And those who tasted, knew.

     At first, mark well, it was only the great and the pretended men of wisdom who sought the celestial drink and who also exclaimed: 'But this is only dried leaves!' or: 'Why do you boil water, stranger, when all I want is the celestial drink?', or yet again: 'How do I know that this is? Prove it to me. Besides the color of the liquid is not golden, but ochre!'

     When the truth was known, and when the tea was brought for all who would taste, the roles were reversed, and the only people who said things like the great and intelligent had said were the absolute fools. And such is the case to this day. Master Hamadina

Monday, March 25, 2013

The Thief on the Cross





Doubters

It was his lucky day! 

Hard to believe? Alarming? The thief was one lucky fellow. We are all going to die, but this thief right at the moment of his painful death meets a Holy Man who assures him of paradise. How lucky is that? Wouldn't you like to be with a Holy Man when you die? Wouldn't you consider it pretty lucky to be with an Awakened Being who is able to see beyond your faults and failures. And who despite his own suffering is able to assure you of Nirvana. Think about it, the thief found himself dying alongside Christ. Holy Cow!

Are you skeptical?

This story is very encouraging for all of you who feel "it's too late" to find your way on the path or you've done way too much harm to be worthy of anything else but a hellish existence. It's never too late.

When you are in the middle of pain and agony, which often feels like you are going to die, wouldn't it be helpful if you could be alongside a Blessed One. Well...ahem, let me respectfully and gently remind you of the previous post. You know, the one with the moons around the heads. Where is this Holy One?


The Luminous Moon

The Luminous Moon circles their heads.

Here it is again.

And yet another.


Here are two chants. Some of you may know them. Others may not. But everyone may use them to help find the Luminous Moon around your own head.

All my ancient twisted karma,
From beginingless greed, hatred and delusion,
Born through body, speech and mind,
I now fully avow.

The practice is to chant this chant once in the morning and once at the end of the day.
The chant is pointing to the Luminous Moon.
It helps you openly and boldly confess old harmful actions which have no beginning or end.
And to acknowledge the actions are born in the body, in the mouth and the mind.
And not to strive to reach an end but to vow to end them nonetheless.

The second chant is even more challenging, but both chants are attempts to leap clear of the ego-centered gaining mind. The ego surrenders and luminous moon appears. Good luck.

Beings are numberless, I vow to save them.
Delusions are inexhaustible, I vow to end them.
Dharma gates are boundless, I vow to enter them,
Awakening is unsurpassable, I vow to awaken.

Explore the chants. Explore them. Notice where they take you.