Advanced Teaching: Living Without a Storyline!

The field of boundless emptiness (unconditioned love) is what exists from the very beginning. You must purify, cure, grind down, or brush away all the tendencies (to construct a story) you have fabricated into apparent habits (stories). Zen Master Hongzhi

Live Without Desire

 

 

Awakening has the quality of surprise, not the type of surprise that excites or frightens but the type of surprise that goes beyond space and time and the stuff imagined in space and time. It requires a leap from ordinary consciousness to awareness of what we fabricate in consciousness. The leap is to purify, cure, grind down or brush away the tendency to make up and believe in our stories.

How about THAT!

What do we fabricate in consciousness? Stories.

Our stories like all stories are fabricated out of images, forms, names, memories, feelings, and desires. All fabricated into “I-ego.”

To look and see into consciousness itself as it rolls along reflecting on space and time requires a leap of transcendence. We leap away from belief in the fabricated story in the mind as true and real.

It makes sense doesn’t it?

In ordinary life, in the daily activity of the consciousness we use, we need to step back or step away from the rolling, moving activity and look into what we are doing.

Stepping back is a small move of purifying the mind awareness. We use awareness to look at the fabrications which is a leap of transcendence that goes beyond space and time. We stop being convinced of our stories as true.

Most of us have had a tiny taste of looking at our activity in this way. It is those times when we exclaim “What am I doing?” It is sudden awareness of seeing into mind. Seeing what script we are following. 

In order for it to be spiritually illuminating we need to recognize that the story line is not real and not true. This vision requires that we have gained some disenchantment with the story and are willing to disentangle from it.

What I mean by entanglement is a reference to thinking and believing that whatever the mind has fabricated is real and true. This shift is a big deal and takes practice. 

You see, we need to know that what our ordinary consciousness displays is a story. We can know this because we tell “our” story to others. It is a common occurrence filled with distorted embellishments that tend towards making things look better than they were or worse.

We put together things we remember in such a way to look and appear in a particular way. Of course all of this is laid out on the Wheel of Life and Death which shows us our story begins in ignorance every time. Now this really isn’t a “bad” or “good” thing, it only becomes a troubling thing when we think and believe the story is real and become identified and attached to the story.

You and I can have stories, but they are not real. They come and they go. They are distorted as well as under the influence of change. Believing and thinking that the stories are true are the fabrications of the mind; part of the illusory world.

These illusions are quite interesting to us. When we get too convinced by them as true and real they hinder the Light of Transcendence. All sorts of difficulties arise from these illusions in the mind.

We tend to take a stand for or against. We tend to think we are right and someone else is wrong. We tend to fixate on these illusions to the point we suffer from them.

Our feelings around these stories glue them together. Our feelings drive the story which of course drives our life to look like the story we tell ourselves.

It is very much like watching a movie. The story line is driven by a pull  or a tug on our feelings. When we realize the story or script in the mind like a movie is not real. Realize it as a story. we have the potential to let them go and not be hindered by them. 

Since most of us are attached to our stories letting go is a struggle. What is helpful here is to recognize the story for what it is – not true, not real. It is important not to get into the content of the story. Getting into the content strengthens our grip around the story and hinders the Light of transcendence. 

 

Silence and solitude help us see the concoctions we cook up. We have to learn to be quiet and let go of running the stories. When the stories are cleared out the present moment is lived. It makes sense doesn’t it? If you are running a concocted story all the time, everywhere you go, you are not living in the present moment. You are living in the story line in your head. Whatever storyline you got going is what you are making of your life. To study the story line is part of practice, to know that you run storylines is a realization. To let go of the storylines is transcendence; transcending space and time. And it is there you will find out who you are, for real.

How about THAT!

 

 

 

Let’s see if we can run through simple story; just a one-liner story.

“I AM ALONE.”

Simple enough, but many, many repercussions can follow this simple story the “I-ego” wants to fabricate.

Immediately add, this story is not true. This story is not real.

Notice what happens. Does an interior battle begin? Do you begin to enumerate evidence for the one-liner to be true. Or do you enumerate against the one-liner? Either way, you are making up more stories and falling into the content.

STOP!

Drop the one-liner.

Notice how you put the story together? Did you use comparative thoughts? STOP comparing.

Drop the one-liner?

Is there a residue of feeling sad or happy left behind?

Know the one-liner is not real, not true. It is a ghost in the mind.

Step back and watch the fabrications.

You see, you can live without a story. It is an awakened life worth living. You meet what shows up moment in moment meeting, empty of fabrications.

Humming Bird

Author: FaShi Lao Yue

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Practice the Precepts as Path

 


do no harm – cultivate goodness – purify the mind

For in the fullness of Heaven and Earth there is nothing that is not the wonder of T’ai Chi (The Source) and Yin/Yang (The Opposites). It was to this that the Sage looked up in contemplation and looked down in examination, seeking from afar and taking from the near at hand. (The Introduction to the Study of Change, by Chu Hsi.  Adler, Joseph Alan, trans.of the above book)

For those who read the essay, Two Leashes: Narcissism or Humility, consider this essay as a follow-up. Humility, as I suggest is a virtue that overtakes us. I continue to support that understanding. I will use The Three Pure Precepts of Zen Buddhism – do no harm, cultivate goodness, purify the mind and the four Immeasurables, kindness, compassion, sympathetic joy and equanimity as the focus of this essay. It is a preliminary practice which as you read along is reflective of the teaching of thusness. It is preliminary but it has a way of unsettling our fixed notions of ourselves hopefully in a manner that pushes to look upward to the Source.

 

The reason we do not get anywhere is that we do not know our limits and we are not patient in carrying on the work we have done. But without any labour at all we want to gain possession of virtue. (Esther de Waal, Seeking God)

I refer you specifically to her mention of three points, first, we must know our limits, second we must continue to work our spiritual practice and third, without any labour we lose spiritual ground (which she sees as the loss of virtue). I suggest quite strongly that we are limited in a way that might be both weighty and disturbing but is a necessity to see in order to leap clear of our ignorance. If we can yet gain a glimpse of this ignorance we may be able to continue the spiritual work upward in thusness. And finally, without some labour we remain spinning in the cycles of ignorance. I begin with what is most easily known and understood to be the mundane world and explain what we need to do to leap to the transcendent.

THE MUNDANE

This mundane, ordinary world is the world of right and wrong. It is the world of habits which we label as me or the functional self. The ME that likes and dislikes, complains and praises, accepts and rejects and on and on. It is the world of achievement and failure, of winning and losing and every other kind of dualism, i.e., males and females, plants and animals, up and down. It is a story we create which includes the body and mind and we call it, ME.

In this mundane, ordinariness of daily life we meet moment after moment chances to do harm, to do good and to follow the rules. It is in this world that we tend to label ourselves and others as good or bad according to the norms of the day.

Look into your own mind and see if you’ve divided up those you know into “good people” and those others as “not so good people.” This tendency to divide things up this way is the conventional life according to the cultural norms of our time and place.

The world of right and wrong is where we begin the practice of The Three Pure Precepts. We practice restraint and refrain from using our power to harm others and ourselves. We pay attention to what we do and what we say. And we are encouraged to follow the precepts to the best of our ability. We make an effort to act in such a way as to cultivate goodness and clean-up our act.

But…. we need to ask to what aim?

What is the aim of the mundane world in the practice of The Three Pure Precepts? For many, maybe most, the aim is to get along with others and look ‘good’ (whatever the cultural norm defines as ‘good’) so that you can fit in and not be exiled from the group. It is, in many ways, a civilizing survival aim.

Keep out of trouble, don’t hurt others, keep your hands to yourself, don’t talk dirty, stop talking gossip, don’t cheat, don’t steal, don’t lie, and on and on it goes. This practice aims to help you conform and stay out of trouble. You know, have friends, get a job, marry, kids, buy stuff, become a success, and become a trustworthy, respected person in society. The main aim in simple words is to ‘fulfill your duty.’

This aim is a mundane aim and is no small accomplishment. Many are unable to follow these precepts. I call this work the initial stage of working with The Three Pure Precepts. It is preliminary. What makes it preliminary when it requires large sums of effort? It is preliminary because it is the playground of the functional self (ego, me-mind) and the aim is in the functional realm. Let me explain.

If we look at the pure precepts we see that each precept manifests in some measure of one or more of the four Immeasurables. The Immeasurables are: kindness, compassion, sympathetic joy and equanimity. This practice is usually followed by some self assessment of how we fair in terms of kindness, compassion, sympathetic joy and equanimity. The self-assessment of how well we are doing is expected because it is a tip-off of where one’s practice is.

Most, if not many, can learn to be kind, can learn to be empathic (compassion) and with some stronger training learn to be joyful for another who has received accolades that we may or may not have wanted for our self. In each instance of these three immeasurables, the functional self is getting the training. We teach people to wait and let the other go first, we teach people to be quiet, we teach people to keep their opinions to themselves, we teach people to listen, to put yourself in the other’s shoes, and with more effort we teach others to be glad for someone who got what we wanted. Offices are full of atta’ boy pats on the back.

Beginning with kindness and moving upward to equanimity the work and training is more difficult. The functional self requires more effort and attention, making sympathetic joy more arduous than kindness and compassion.

The Three Pure Precepts, do no harm, cultivate goodness, purify the mind and the first three of the four immeasurables, kindness, compassion and sympathetic joy are for the most part practiced in the mundane world of ordinary life. And they tend to require more effort on the part of the practitioner as the practice moves from do no harm to purify the mind and from kindness to sympathetic joy. Self-assessment is part of this realm and the practitioner often finds yardsticks being dusted off time and again. But it is to be expected since this practice begins in the mundane world and with the functional story of the self. It is preliminary but it must be studied. The functional self must be studied and forgotten or emptied in order to make the leap to the transcendent. Here is where resistance in practice occurs. But that is a huge story in itself to be taken up at another time.

The fourth immeasurable, equanimity, is a bridge between the mundane and the transcendent and is another type of tip-off on where one’s practice is. It’s a bridge because it is difficult to train to be calm-abiding in the face of all the vagaries of life.

Time and again we meditate, study, practice only to find ourselves still irritable, complaining, angry, hurt, cheap, outraged and such worldly annoyances. We find ourselves still measuring our progress with our handy yardstick of good and bad. We carry on with all the same old habits, albeit less, they continue to overtake us. The world’s glitter still draws us away from the Beloved and we find ourselves needing to run back for a tune-up. All mundane. All of the world. All functional.

What is it that might help us cross that bridge to leaping clear to the transcendent.

It requires the dissolution of the first aim, getting along with others and being a good person. It requires letting go of the story of the functional self. And we must have a commitment to the aim of the transcendent world to discover the True Self.

The initial first work is to fulfill one’s duty using the precepts. This work is set down and forgotten. We disentangle from it. Often a natural progression in the material mundane world helps us. When our duties are fulfilled we commit to seeking a spiritual life. The difficulty here is to know when the duty is fulfilled. Parents often struggle with clinging to this duty. Those comfortably set in a particular lifestyle may tend to cling to it long after it is no longer necessary. Our earlier patterns and habits of the functional self are still important and not forgotten.

To summarize. We need to let go of the ‘cleaned up good self we put together’ or ‘the wretched self we patched up and reformed.’ And we must forget the functional story of the mundane world, since it is not necessary in the transcendent.

The focus in the transcendent is the precept, purify the mind and the immeasurable, calm-abiding in all circumstances. The functional self will succumb to worldly distractions and ignorance and circumstances will challenge the calm abiding. Thee ol’ yardstick continues to come out to measure how poorly or how well we are doing.

Please keep in mind that there are not actually two worlds, but for the sake of teaching and because we tend to divide the world according to our ignorance, the division is a teaching tool only. A key point here is that in order to leap, we drop (kill, forget) the functional aim and the self that clings to it.

THE TRANSCENDENT

In the transcendent way, we practice the Three Pure Precepts to discover what exists. And what I mean is we discover our True Self, that which never ends, and never begins. This work is not the work of the functional me. I hope you have a sense that this work cannot be claimed by the functional me-self. And that calm-abiding (equanimity) is needed to enter this work. Without it, the functional ego-me will swamp us and all sorts of complaints and self-worries will win out. We need the calm-abiding mind to support faith in the work and to help us keep our eye on the aim. And what is that aim, it is to discover our True Nature. Not create, clean-up, or polish our functional-me-self, but to forget that and know it to be false (impermanent).

In this realm we begin to see the precepts in service of this aim at this level. A PURE mind is a prerequisite for knowledge, the knowledge of a sort that will be bright enough to extinguish ignorance.

Each third of the three precepts, do no harm, cultivate goodness, purify the mind, is a step on the path upwards (if you will) towards the Light of the ‘clear circle of brightness.’ (Hongzhi) Each third supports the other two making a garland of three and are our instructions to find our True Nature. They show us our True Nature without the functional ego-me-self companion in the mundane realm.

Our True nature is harmless, goodness, purity, immeasurably so. But it is not of the functional ego-me-self. If the ego-me-self practices to polish itself up to look and act like the three precepts and it is still in the mundane realm. The aim of the practice is a realization which is not a function of the ego-self.

The practice is to the quick….where all tendencies, those apparent habits we put together in the mundane world, those ideas of who you think you are (whether good or bad) those false identities you are convinced you are — the false you —-must be dealt with until you know they are not what you are. It is the ‘killing off’ of that false you.

Strong language is often used because our tendency to grip and cling is tenacious. We did all this work in the mundane world to look pretty, be good, love others, be cool and now the practice is to let all of THAT go? YES! It is to let it go. Kill it. Forget it. Do what you need to do to brush it off, burn it, sweep it away….to purify the mind.

Use knowledge to out power ignorance. The knowledge is the power of discrimination between what is real (unborn, undying) and the unreal (born, subject to death) and a simple, but difficult practice is to negate the constructed, put-together false you with a mantra.

To begin this preliminary practice, try one or all three of the following:

  1. Can you discriminate between the real (unborn, undying) and the unreal (born, dying)?
  2. Can you see the old story of the mundane world as just a story?
  3. Every time you hear the old story, can you use the power of chant and face off the story with the chant….Not That! Not That! Not That!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

This essay covers just the preliminaries, but we need to start somewhere. And this is a good place to start. After reading and studying this teaching I refer you back to the beginning quote from the work by Chu Hsi,

May the merit of this practice benefit all beings.

 

 

 

Humming Bird

Author: FaShi Lao Yue

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April 4th – Winter Retreat

Resistance as Futile

“If instructions are given to anyone in the community which seem too burdensome, or even impossible, then the right thing is to accept the order in the spirit of uncomplaining obedience.”

 

I frequently fail to recognize that instructions which seem too burdensome or impossible are actually gifts. Too often, I am unable see that my resistance to them is an invitation to look more deeply at my behavior and thinking. When I resist, when I dig in my heels, it can be painful.

I initially resisted the instruction from Benedict. I began debating it in my head as though I was participating in a college ethics course. Something about it pricked my small self. Fortunately, I quickly noticed it and had the wherewithal to ask who was the “I” that was resisting this instruction?

Was it the “I” who wants to have the final say rather than obey? Or the “I” who wants to qualify obedience so that he can still get whatever he craves? In this situation, I was fortunate to stop my reaction quickly. Further investigation is now possible.

 But, what happens when it is more difficult than this…. when my resistance to instructions or my attachment to spiritually unhealthy habits persists?

I need to restrain myself. I need to STOP doing it, whatever it is. If I do not, I will continue to be carried away by my thinking and desire. I will be unable regain my attention or hear the Dharma. Even though the divine is next to me, I will stay turned away from it. I must quiet myself, drop the internal and external discussion about whatever it is, not defend, and obey the command to STOP IT. If I fail, I must try again. Restraint from thinking and speaking is my starting point.

When my children became adults, I found it very difficult to follow their instructions to give them advice only when they asked for it. I wanted to help them. I believed that I was entitled, even obligated to do so, as their father. I also believed my years of experience meant I knew things. Fortunately, each of them forcefully rebuffed my intrusions. But, the exchanges were unpleasant for everyone. Eventually, with their continued instruction and attention and effort on my part, I was able to restrain this behavior.  I began to listen and offer support and silence instead. When I failed, they reminded me. Working with the precepts I was able to see the harm I had been doing. I had been a thief…. stealing their autonomy and power, making them feel less than they were…less than me. It also donned on me that being a father is not who I am. I had helped to raise them, but that was now over. I needed to let go of this identity and all that I wanted from it. I have more work to do. But, STOPPING my behavior and obeying their instruction were essential first steps in calming my mind enough to uncover my delusional thinking and the harm I was doing.

A few words about working with the precepts. There is no one way to use them. It is up to each of us to determine that for ourselves. I read valuable commentary about them, but the precepts are of little value unless I work with them. I start the day by considering them, reciting them. It takes little time, but it helps me to begin the day remembering them and vowing to train with them. Next, I train with them as I participate in the activities of the day. I fail when I become distracted by my feelings and thinking. As with any training, when I fail or fall down, I get up and keep trying. Defeat is neither good nor bad. It’s another opportunity to study myself in order to protect my mind and heart, so that I do not harm myself or others.

I usually begin with the precept to “cultivate goodness in all conditions.” It instructs me to “return to the Dharma within in all situations…to train not to be swayed by external circumstances.” It encourages me to let go of whatever I am attached to in the “world of men” and turn towards the goodness, the divine. Always a good place to begin.

The daily practice of the precepts is on the website of A Single Thread/Zen Contemplatives. Or click: The Precepts

Humming Bird

Author: Zhong Fen li Bao yu Di

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April 3rd – Winter Retreat

Giving Up the Body — Giving Up the Mind

If instructions are given to anyone in the community which seem too burdensome, or even impossible, then the right thing is to accept the order in the spirit of uncomplaining obedience.

The woman I visit in the Care Center is tethered to the small oxygen tank strapped to the back of her wheelchair.  Her voice is weak, her eyes are bright.  There is a peaceful energy about her.  We talk about the fading of the body.  She says it is her poverty, this breaking down of her physical being, this inability to do for herself what was once so easy to do.  She is vowed to live into poverty, obedience and chastity but I am sure that she never dreamed of this kind of poverty when she first made those vows as a young woman. But now here it is. I do not see her diminishing self as something that is being taken away from her so much as something that she is giving. I believe it is her obedience to prayer that has brought her to this point.  She reflects SHANTIDEVA’S PRAYER where one prays,

With no sense of loss, may I give up possessions, even my body”.

After being with this friend I think about obedience.  What about obedience, I wonder. Does not the body ask our obedience to whatever stage it is going through?  Is not the body our last earthly authority we are asked to obey?  As whatever dormant diseases of my body make themselves known and as my mind slows, can I say yes to what is being asked?  Is not the diminishment of the body and mind the Divine declaring that nothing shall stand between you and Me?  Is this our greatest act of obedience; to let go of this wonderful wondrous body/mind so we can be absorbed into the Infinite?  Right here.  Right now.

Once in awhile there is a flutter in my stomach with the awareness of dying and death.  It seems so real, so close.  And of course it is. Old age, illness, death, and the loss of everything near and dear; there’s no escaping them.   Dark Angels, I’ve heard them called by one Buddhist teacher, Messengers that remind us of what is important.  Perhaps that spark of fear is also a dark angel that wakes me up and pulls me into prayer and beyond to the Eternal Reality. The momentary fear melts.

I am aware of the last week in Lent as I write this.  I recall the last words of Jesus as he died,

Into your hands I commend my spirit,” he prays to his God.

Does he not give us that same prayer.  Into your hands I commend my body.  Into your hands I commend my spirit.

Humming Bird

Author: Ho Getsu Sen Gen

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April 2nd – Winter Retreat

The Stories We Tell

If instructions are given to anyone in the community which seem too burdensome, or even impossible, then the right thing is to accept the order in the spirit of uncomplaining obedience.

This process of reflection upon passages from Benedict’s teachings has been nourishing beyond what I could have imagined.  I begin by contemplating the passage, turning inward to find a personal vantage point from which to reflect and learn.  Then comes the task of articulating my understanding on paper.  That leads to deeper reflection, as my blind spots and inconsistencies are revealed by the black words on the white page.  After a period of some internal disruption and re-organization, an essay emerges.  Sounds excruciating you say?  Yes.  Excruciating in its demand for honesty, vulnerability, and surrender to Truth.  Excruciatingly beautiful.

The internal inconsistencies inside each of us are known in Buddhism as delusions.  These are the stories we tell ourselves that are fed by greed and aversion.  When we don’t examine our delusions, then we live from a blind spot.  We believe that what we want and don’t want is real.  This blind ignorance keeps turning the great wheel of suffering.

In this passage, Benedict turns our attention toward ignorance of delusions.  He gives us a tip.  Does something seem utterly impossible?  Probably you are caught in the delusion that you are right, that you are in charge.  You are ignorant of the path to awakening; to put down the burden of greed and hate and accept how things are.

I speak from experience, as I have been grappling with ignorance, rooted in a fervent belief that a difficult life situation was an impossible burden.  Here is the story I tell myself…. and I was sticking to it!  I WILL be successful professionally, personally and relationally, as defined by rigid parameters.  I WILL be strong, healthy and consistently vital in pursuit of this success.   And, my family members WILL also be successful in this way.  Perhaps you can see the greed and the hate in this delusion.  There is ignorance here, too, as this familiar story continues to run me and make me suffer.

Last year, the impossible happened.  My child became quite ill.  The success story fell apart.  Completely.  How could I bear this?  My child was suffering, and I could NOT accept what life had brought her way, my way.   I vacillated between hope and despair, anger and sadness.  I cried a lot.  I also meditated consistently, and various delusions running my show were revealed.  I was able to let go of some stories about parenting, about control.

But the deep anguish continued, and I was at a loss for how to address this suffering and this essay topic.  I had some vague understanding of why things were impossible to accept, so I wrote one draft, which was returned.  You are still caught, said my teacher.  Find out what you are still clinging to.

With my teacher’s help, and a writing deadline to hold me, I turned toward the teachings and toward silent sitting.  Like a spade in the spring dirt, practice began to let light and fresh air into the compacted ground of my habits.  I saw that my child’s inability to hold up my delusional success story was a great threat to me.  The “I” that is caught in the ignorance of success had been busted.

It is good news that life gave me a situation that was impossible to accept.  It has helped me to see once again that suffering IS delusion, rooted in ignorance.  This is the task of awakening; an ongoing effort to turn the hard soil of blindness and root out the false beliefs so that uncomplaining acceptance of how things are can flourish in soil enriched by awareness, watered with a desire to end our suffering and the suffering of all.

Humming Bird

Author: Getsu San Ku Shin

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April 1st – Winter Retreat

In a Spirit of Uncomplaining Obedience

If instructions are given to anyone in the community which seem too burdensome, or even impossible, then the right thing is to accept the order in a spirit of uncomplaining obedience.

 

Six down and one to go…this is my last reflection for this retreat.  And this is the one I thought would be easy.  What tricksters my thoughts are!!!  My first attempt came back with a note saying, “Contrived.”  And it was…I thought I had something to say!

So here’s another try…looking for something real in my experience of working with Benedict’s quote.  With the prodding of ‘contrived’ I realize that I substitute words.  I take out the word impossible and substitute it with the word difficultif instructions are too difficult.  And the second substitution is taking out spirit of uncomplaining obedience and substituting it with spirit of heroic obedience.

Let’s take a look at the first substitution…difficult instead of impossible.  In reflecting on my life I can see many times when this substitution proved useful.  My first job was at a college in Maine.  I grew up in Colorado.  The trip east was in two stages one to my older brother’s in Mechanicsburg, PA.  My parents wanted me to deliver a crate of fresh Rocky Ford Peaches.  My sister and younger brother agreed to go with me, if I paid their air fare back, a deal I was willing to make.  So with a crate of peaches and two snow tires lashed to the top of my VW we headed east.  This was the easy part.  The second half of the trip was from Mechanicsburg to Farmington, ME a nine or ten hour trip.  I planned to do it in two days.  I’d stop somewhere outside Boston, stay over-night and set out early the next morning.  As I left the peaches and my brother and sister behind, the trip felt daunting…impossible.

I drove north, with my snow tires, heading for a new job in a new state where I knew no one.  The trip, the new job everything seemed impossible.  I was afraid and alone.  All I knew to do was just keep driving.  So the two day trip became one long drive.  I tried listening to a Red Socks baseball game and finally found a Maine radio station.  Little did I know, that at that time, Maine radio stations signed-off at 10:00 P.M.  So the final leg of the trip, was driven in dark silence. And somewhere in this long drive full of fear, impossible fell away and I learned that I could manage difficult.

Now for the other substitution…taking out spirit of uncomplaining obedience and substituting it with spirit of heroic obedience.  Two examples come to mind—Jesus and Shakyamuni Buddha.  Who could be more heroic?  Who am I to think I can do what they did?  And yet, powerful as these two examples are, by making them I excuse myself.  The point of practice is not to become anyone else.  And I see that this substitution does not put me on a path of sincere practice.

Several years ago I read a reflection in Give Us This Day about John the Baptist.  It was written by Karl Rahner.  Here’s what it wrote:

May we have a willing acceptance of the small seemingly mundane task that this present moment puts before  us. May we have a humble readiness to do the one small thing, even when we see the greater thing that is denied us.

For me, this quote let’s everything fall into place.  I don’t need contrived thinking about the fairness of given instructions or their burdensomeness.  What is required is to find within myself, the spirit of uncomplaining obedience and take the next step, all the while knowing that at the moment of taking the step I don’t know what the result will be and I take it anyway.

Humming Bird
Author: Lao DiZhi Shakya

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March 28th – Winter Retreat

The Community of Things

“…All the utensils of the monastery and in fact everything that belongs to the monastery should be cared for as though they were the sacred vessels of the altar.”

The details escape me but I remember the gist of an article written by my teacher years ago.  It was about the community of things, how everything is here to serve us; the floor that holds us up, the chair that supports us, the myriad things in everyday life that one uses without thought or thank you.  A sangha of things.  I like to think of that, that I am surrounded and served by a community of things; the candle burning in the dark of the morning, the smell of incense, the little sofa I bought at Good Will for fifteen dollars.  My cat.  A favorite kitchen knife.   The river birch trees with blowing flags of Tibet.  The cars in the lot.  The neighborhood, the country, the world, the whole universe that holds it all.

In the beautiful Buddhist psalm-like prayer, the Bodhisattva’s Vow, the one who prays it looks at the universe and sees that it is all “the never-failing manifestation of the mysterious truth of Tathagata…the marvelous revelation of the glorious light.”  Those who realize this:

“Extend tender care, with a worshipping heart,

Even to such beings as beasts and birds.

This realization teaches us that our daily food and drink,

Clothes and protections of life are the warm flesh and blood,

The merciful incarnation of Buddha.

Who can be ungrateful or not respectful

Even to senseless things, not to speak of a human”.

I understand this prayer not only as the realization of the ‘virtuous masters’ but also as a directive for me.

This whole world is a monastery and everything in it, above and below is Divine Love made tangible.  All is sacred vessel to be cared for on the altar of the world.  My mind extends to that great beyond and then comes back to the mundane in my daily living,

the knife, the plate, the vacuum cleaner, the car, the small community of things.

A Buddhist grace before meals begins, ‘We reflect on the effort that brought us this food and consider how it comes to us.’ I adapt it and say it sometimes during the day, I reflect on this pen, this floor, this road, this shoe and consider how it comes to me.  “Who can be ungrateful or not respectful even to all things including human beings?”

Humming Bird

Author: Ho Getsu Sen Gen

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March 27th – Winter Retreat

Just This

…All the utensils of the monastery and in fact everything that belongs to the monastery should be cared for as though they were the sacred vessels of the altar.

What does this invitation of Benedict’s mean to care for all the things of my household monastery?  With full attention and energy…. for the beaten down old stove, burners crooked, for the bold and bright African fabric curtain and the chipped cereal bowls.  For the worn-out potatoes stored since October and the fresh crisp apple, shipped in from somewhere warm.  Sacred is receptive to each as a full expression of itself.

This present moment into which Benedict invites us, the actual experience of it, and the profound spiritual implications of true and complete presence, these draw me ever farther into the study and practice of Buddhism.  Presence is for Buddhists the holy grail of practice.  To be fully present is to be fully Awake.

As a member of a Zen sangha for many years, I participated each Sunday in a silent work period.  I learned to just do the task to which I was assigned, whether I liked it or not.  I learned to not suck up the spiders in the corners when I vacuumed, for this was their household, we were their Sunday guests.  I learned that presence requires me to focus on just what my hands are doing.

In this way, I began to take baby steps toward that which Benedict and Buddha teach: JUST THIS.  To truly be here with just this glass I am washing, just these Christmas things I am storing away, just the rolls of toilet paper going into the cupboard, is to show up with full attention, giving all of myself to the moment, each object revered.  My capacity for this practice is a good measure of just how much my thinking mind is running the show.

Completing all the tasks of making meals is a good time to practice letting go of likes, dislikes, past and future, focusing my attention on just what is in front of me.  Recently I had the experience of cutting up vegetables for a soup and being so present with the ingredients that I was aware everything glistened with aliveness, full of its essence, utterly precious.

The glistening sacredness emerges when the mind which is present to the stuff of now is not my ego-bound mind, but the Buddha mind.  Those vegetables I cut? I went into that project primed by a prior sitting period in which my mind had become settled enough that thinking and feeling had been replaced with a settled heart and a clear internal stillness. Turning to the task at hand, I found there was room in my field of awareness for communion with a pile of carrots and onions.  Not only was I present to the vegetables, but the vegetables were present to me.  In our exchange, sacredness emerged.  The onions were alive, and I was alive.  Just this: Shimmering, heart-opening aliveness.

This Buddha mind to which I make oblique and unpracticed reference is revealed when we can leap clear of thinking and feeling, leap all the way to another shore where all is included, all is adored.  This includes me.  In this present moment, fully lived, I am adored and adoring.  Adoration born of no separation between ourselves and everything else the whole world round.

Humming Bird

Author: Getsu San Ku Shin

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March 26th – Winter Retreat

 

Householder,

Do Not Think It is More Difficult

 

All the utensils of the monastery and in fact everything that belongs to the monastery should be cared for as though they were the sacred vessels of the altar.”

 

In Chapter 31, Benedict talks about the qualities and duties of a cellarer. The cellarer is in charge of all the monastery’s goods, utensils and provisions. He interacts with the members of the community in this role. Benedict stresses that the cellarer should be mindful of the sacredness of every aspect when carrying out his duties.

My father was the cellarer in our family. It was a calling. He was trained for it by his grandmother who raised him from an early age. She was a devout woman who valued kindness above all else. She was quite poor and sold homemade bread and took in wash from others to make ends meet. My dad, Jim, was at her side most days helping her with whatever needed to be done. This included doing the laundry by hand, beating rugs, cleaning, baking, and yard work. I don’t know if the teasing by others, especially boys, bothered him. I do know that as a man he remembered his childhood with his grandmother with gratitude and joy.

In January 1942 at age eighteen, he eloped with my mother and then joined the navy. After the war, he and my mother, Helen, began their family, raising three boys. Both worked, with my dad working two jobs. Each did whatever was needed in our family, but my dad was the cellarer. He did the food shopping, most of the cooking, laundry, housecleaning and many of the other things that are part of running a household. Dinner would be on the table for us Monday through Thursday at five o’clock before he left to drive truck for ten hours. My mom returned home from her job later in the evening. He did the food shopping and finances on Fridays after driving school bus. Saturday, he did the laundry. On Sundays my mother often cooked.

I cannot remember him ever complaining about any of it. He was devoted to it, as he was to my mother and the three of us. He seldom went out with friends, although others enjoyed his company. His care of his family and running a household were sacred duties for him. He performed them with the gentle kindness and devotion that grew from the love and work he had experienced with his grandmother.

Years later, my mother was diagnosed with emphysema. As she continued to smoke, her health worsened and she was forced to quit work. My father cared for her for ten years as she declined, unable to be the full partner she had been. He now managed everything. He bathed and fed her. He moved her from bed to living room and back. When she became bedridden, he massaged her skin to prevent bedsores. In her final years, he retired early to give her round the clock care. His duties had increased and changed, but his devotion was steadfast, perhaps even growing.

Besides managing the “goods, utensils, and provisions” of which Benedict speaks, I believe that he cared for the divine in her that was housed in her withered, failing body.  Is this projection on my part? I don’t know. I can only tell you that I remember him loving her with a love that seemed greater than that of one person for another. His example, his life of carrying out his cellarer duties, especially in the midst of such monumental heartache is the most powerful spiritual teaching I have ever received.

Humming Bird

Author: Zhong Fen li Bao yu Di

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March 25th – Winter Retreat

The Power of Just Do It

All the utensils of the monastery and in fact everything that belongs to the monastery should be cared for as though they were the sacred vessels of the altar.                         

Many years ago, I worked for a manufacturing company and taught Lean 6-Sigma.  The aim of Lean 6-Sigma was to get rank and file employees to think differently about their day-to-day work.  The company hoped this training would improve efficiency, productivity and ultimately profits. The company wanted results.

Basically this Lean 6-Sigma is a method for sorting, cleaning, and organizing stuff. It was an attempt  to teach employees to take care of their workplace (monastery).  The program had limited success.  One of the limitations was that it required people to change for the benefit of the company which did not translate easily as a benefit for the employee. On the contrary, it cost the employee since it required a great deal more work.

Benedict asks his monks to care for the utensils in the monastery as if they were the sacred vessels of the altar.  In essence telling them to care for the stuff of the monastery as if they were the utensils that had actually held God…patens and chalices.  This seems to be a powerful motivator for care. Or is it? Is it the same as our earlier quote on humility and obedience for Christ? We don’t do things even for or in the name of God.

As a trainer, I couldn’t use Benedict’s motivator. I was too timid to explain what I really thought was the true motivation.  For as long as I can remember I’ve had a mantra for actions I take…do it, because it matters.  What I mean is to do whatever I do with my whole heart and not because of someone else’s expectations.  Doing something with a whole heart means not to judge the results.  It requires a removal of the doer (me) who often wants to take action for something, for some goal or reason. To take care of things as sacred is an empty willingness (no will for me) to do the next thing. No will is without a for your good. There is no judgment for or against.

Now, this rests on knowing that everything matters knowing everything is of the unborn, undying nature.  Cleaning up the clutter on my desk, organizing and prioritizing work, recycling paper, filing instead of piling.  All these things matter not because a company thinks it will make me more efficient or productive or because Benedict says so. Things matter because the vast inconceivable source that can’t be faced or turned away from is right here, right now. But getting here to this very high level requires practice. We may first need to unify the mind. We do that through concentration,  a power of the mind.

A concentration practice involves interaction with the things of our lives.  I am hand sewing a quilt.  I see it as a concentration practice.  When I started I thought that what I needed to concentrate on was the sewing.  I’ve learned that the concentration needs to extend far beyond the sewing.  Measuring and cutting cloth needs concentration.  Setting up all my work tools requires concentration.  Keeping track of pins and needles needs concentrated effort.  Putting things away after working requires concentration. It is a steady power, a strong stream of concentration, unbroken.

Concentration settles the mind.  When we experience a settled mind we are free of judgment, blame, fear and worry.  In concentration we open and like that sweet St. Kevin we are alone mirror’d clear in love’s deep river. Where we can take care of stuff and not seek reward.

Humming Bird
Author: Lao DiZhi Shakya

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