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June, 2009
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I really enjoy this interview and listen to it from time to time on my way home from work.
Enjoy. http://www.rootsofrebellion.org/index.asp?pagemode=I&ID=56
Al
Be patient with yourself and others. Very patient. It is really amazing how people come around -- in time -- to what actually makes sense. The wisdoms of the world are not the wisdoms that are written or spoken or heard ... no matter how loud the accolades or how voluble the disapproval.
The wisdoms of the world make themselves apparent through attention, not through adoration. Be patient -- what you seek is not what you adore.
The wisdoms of the world come like a curious horse with whom you share a wide field ... shambling and carefree and perhaps a bit curious at this stranger. The stranger may come or go -- no matter -- the wisdoms just sidle up and sniff and are sniffed in return.
Once upon a time, I used to sit outside a Zen center I attended in New York, waiting for the doors to open, and watch the passersby. And I was truly dumbfounded that they should be headed home from work or headed to work when the zendo was about to open. How could this be? Why were they not waiting with me? Why were they not taking things seriously ... as seriously as I was? But of course I was in an adoration phase, a world of praise. And of course praise is limited, where the wisdoms are not.
Be patient and be of good cheer. People come around in their own time. I come around in my own time. Be patient with the praise and blame and philosophy and religion and accolades and disclaimers. Just be patient and pay attention.
The wisdoms cannot be found. They are never missing. Always.
But there is no pushing the river. Just be patient and attentive and now and then, sniff the wind.The wisdoms that you speak of are not the wisdoms that you seek. Be patient and attentive and, as sure as Sunday, they will appear.
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Wings beating like a humming bird's at the mouth of some flower comes the thought:
Of all the endeavors (wo)men put before themselves, spiritual endeavor is probably the greatest. By "spiritual," I don't mean whether someone is a Christian or a Jew or a Hindu or a Buddhist or an atheist. That's minor, though many may be willing to shed the blood of others in the quest for organized goodness, an assertion of something major.
What makes spiritual endeavor the greatest of endeavors is that it is impossible. And for those inclined, it is the impossible the lingers and nags at the edges of the heart, delicately asking to be recognized and addressed, until one day, when all the possible things have lost their savor and sense, when the things that suggested certainty only nourish a greater uncertainty, only the impossible is left. And what is it that is impossible? Perhaps it is the sense of longing for some something that is truly unlimited while the one who longs is consigned in every pore to a limited realm, a realm confined by body, mouth and thought. The impossible is The Answer which, if given, could not possibly be The Answer.
Spiritual endeavor is, on the face of it, profoundly human and touching. It is also, in its deeps and shallows, profoundly ridiculous. Those who attempt to do the impossible are willing to be ridiculous ... that's how forceful the impossible questions can become. Whatever the format, no one can see, touch, taste, smell, hear or speak the language of the impossible. Seeing, touching, tasting, smelling, hearing, and speaking are limited and woven with uncertainty. What, then, is certain? It is an impossible question to answer and yet, when the fires of power and position and control and sex and love and money and whatever other limited possibility die down, only the impossible questions make sense ... the ridiculous, impossible and human questions. Suggesting that impossible questions are impossible, so why bother, is like saying "Don't think of a purple cow." When the answers gathered to date no longer hold water in any convincing or consoling way, it may be a time when what is ridiculous is no longer quite so ridiculous. What other choice is there?
The Dalai Lama once said softly, "Everyone wants to be happy." Five power-packed words that most may consign to fortune-cookie status or self-help yummy. But to enter here, to put efforts and tears to work, is to enter a fiery, impossible realm.
Happy, without a whisper of doubt, unlimited. Happy in birth, happy in death, happy in times of joy, happy in times of sorrow, happy etc. etc. etc. An impossible realm that beckons where the night is most silent or the rush-hour crowd harries the small, ridiculous traveler.
Ah well ... perhaps I will continue this later. Just now, I have a doctor's appointment in Amherst (time to get the stitches out) and then there is more retirement bureaucracy to deal with. Time to get cracking. It's impossible, but I guess I'll try. :)
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Here's another favorite post, one that uses a line in President Obama's inaugural address to make a much larger point. And, now that it's actually peach-eating season (at least, on the West Coast), I especially appreciate the conclusion.
In his inaugural address, President Obama said, "We will extend a hand if you are willing to unclench your fist."
The President's metaphor got me thinking about the various clenched fists in my life.
There's the clenched fist of protection, which limits my experience (and injures those around me). There's the clenched fist of position, which freezes my relationship to those who care about me.
There's the clenched fist of view - my inflexible ways of perceiving changing circumstance. There's the clenched fist of story - the fabrications that I cling to when things don't go my way.
Occasionally I'm able to relax one of these fists.
In
these moments, I immediately experience how the world extends its hand
toward me. Sometimes I return the gesture and join hands with the
world. Other times, the fingers tighten back into the clench.
It's an interesting study. One thing I know for certain: It's hard to eat a peach with a clenched fist.
Later note: As it turns out, Puerhan addressed exactly this topic on January 21 with one of his fine poems:
I unclench my fist
Feel cool air on my palm
And space between my fingers
What if I unclench my heart?
Fist by Robbie Veldwijk
Peach by Kook Skatkat
Also somebody sent me this funny article that reveals the truth about Zen.
I've been thinking more about death. A friend of mine told me his mom is dying of cancer right now. I like his mom. She's very cool.
But after watching what my own mom went through I know there are many fates worse than death. And I don't really think dying is all that bad of a thing just in and of itself. Of course it's best to postpone it as long as feasible. I plan to live as long as I can.
I can't say I have no fear of death. But I no longer have a fear of annihilation. Annihilation goes on all the time. If you're gonna fear annihilation at the moment your body ceases functioning, you might as well fear it right now because the you that started reading this article is utterly gone.
That thing that you call "me" has no limits. Birth and death can't touch it. And yet there will come a day when you'll be gone, daddy, gone. And nothing will bring you back again. What you really are is more real, and more you, than anything you can conceive of.
When death comes naturally, it should be allowed to happen. Sure. Fight it off when you have a fighting chance. But when it's time to go, go in peace knowing there is nowhere to go but here.
Well, I stumbled upon the blog Tengu House because of a post about President Obama and Buddhists that I felt compelled to comment on. And then I noticed a few articles on Engaged Buddhism, and decided to take a look. Needless to say, the posts got me a bit riled up, and so I give you my response below. I'm pretty sure that the use of the word "lobby" in terms of Buddha's actions with prominent figures of his day is probably not correct, or maybe too strong. But anyway, here's what was said.
The author of Tengu House wrote: "We can protest private corporations, government agencies, elected officials and media outlets until we’re out of oxygen and our arms fall off from holding our signs. All of this may have the effect of making us feel better, momentarily, but this isn’t what the Buddha taught us. The Buddha taught us to find the peace that is already within us, and then to teach others to find the peace that is already within them, if they want."
And I responded, "Actually, I disagree. Why suggest practice is only one way? It's possible to discover truth about life, about the moment as it is, right in the middle of a protest, or negotiating a piece of legislation with a legislator, or coming together as a community to clean up a toxic waste site. I've experienced this myself, and it's been beyond whether or not 'my side' of an issue 'won' or was the 'right' one.
I think you're tossing the baby out with the bathwater.
Yes, it's disappointing that Buddhists are pigeonholed as all 'liberals' who support in the case of the U.S. the Democrats. That's false. And it's unfortunate when people toss out their sitting practice, and/or fail to keep digging into their own greed, hatred, and delusion because they are too busy working on political causes. But I take very seriously the teaching that there are 84,000 dharma gates - anything and everything can be a point of awakening for us. And I'd argue that, in working on a collective scale to change something, you learn a hell of a lot about your life - about where you are attached and where you have been freed - by being in the middle of such group efforts.
And the Buddha himself, for the record, often lobbied political leaders, military people, and business people who were not members of his sangha. He directly attempted to stop conflicts between warring groups in his home region at least twice, the second time having to watch as his efforts failed (at least in the short term). Now, this was not the lobbying or intervention we know of today, but it, along with Buddha's teachings in the Pali Canon on 'good governing,'
suggest that Buddha felt the social/political world was not outside of his teachings.
As for someone chaining themselves to a tree - how do you know for sure that this is not Buddhist? How do you know for sure that this act is not upholding the precept of not killing? What is Buddhist anyway?
Do you know the koan about Nansen cutting the cat in half?
Nansen saw the monks of the eastern and western halls fighting over a cat. He seized the cat and told the monks: `If any of you say a good word, you can save the cat.'
No one answered. So Nansen boldly cut the cat in two pieces.
That evening Joshu returned and Nansen told him about this. Joshu removed his sandals and, placing them on his head, walked out.
Nansen said: `If you had been there, you could have saved the cat.'
Was it Buddhist to kill a cat? Is it Buddhist to cut off any part of life and say it's not practice?"
Here's the link to the original post. (Sorry it's not easier to use - I can't seem to figure out how to paste a link in so you can just click it.)
http://tenguhouse.typepad.com/tengu_house/2009/03/activism-and-engaged-buddhism.html
I'm very interested in others views of Engaged Buddhism, or simply Buddhist practice and "activism" in its myriad of forms. Feel free to drop a comment if you're inclined.
I remember a passage in one of the Carlos Castenada books where Carlos was going to save a turtle by moving her off the road. Don Juan wouldn't let him interfere with the turtle's life. That passage came to mind recently while riding my bike around Bald Eagle when I saw a kind man trying to help a turtle. I stopped and talked with the man. He said he was sure that the turtle wanted to get back to the side of the road he had come from.
"How do you know?" I asked, thinking that if the turtle was crossing the road, how did the guy know she didn't want to do that.
"She wants to go back there," repeated the man.
Move the turtle or let the turtle cross the road and maybe get run over. And which way does the turtle want to go? What to do?
Like this passage from Genjokoan.
When a person first seeks after the dharma, the person becomes far from the boundary of the dharma. When the dharma is correctly transmitted to the self, the person is immediately the original person.
Now there is a lot of nonseeking pablum chewed up in modern Zen circles and all that comes of it is constipation and passivity - no enlightenment.
Above we have old man Dogen recognizing seeking and the estrangement that comes from it. But without seeking, how can that be right? Anyway, every body's looking for something so stop BS'en. Sweet dreams are made of this.
If you gotta seek, seek for dharma, seek for what's really true. In so doing, you gotta become alienated and isolated. That's the way. Turning toward and turning away both wrong. Confused. Damn. What to do?
Sit down. Shut up. Tolerance for the inconceivable. Be turned by the dharma when the dharma is good and ready to turn and it won't be by your timetable, buddy.
It's like being home and asking, "Is this my home?" And then investigating. "Resting in curiosity," as one person said here in the study group. Being willing to sit in the corner where you cannot move an inch. The terminal abode that is simultaneously the start of the journey. Katagiri liked to talk about that.
“There’s a moment when all old things become new again
But that moment might have come and gone
All I have and all I know is this dream of you which keeps me living on.”
Here's Bokusan:
...We should be aware of the tendency for beginners to say, "It's not good to seek for dharma, so I will not pursue it." Don't make this mistake.... It is not possible to perfectly fit with dharma at the beginning of our practice. So not seeking for the dharma is out of the question. You must endeavor with urgency, even sacrificing filial piety for your own mother. By doing so, you come to understand that nonattainment is the true face of the dharma.