What is it…to Love Your Neighbor as Yourself?

The Neighbor Cut

Zhong Fen li Bao yu Di begins to see his neighbor in a new light of no opinion in his new work, What is it…to Love Your Neighbor as Yourself?  His photo illustrates what happens when we get stuck in our likes and dislikes. Enjoy the poem

 

 

What is it…to Love Your Neighbor as Yourself?

Zhong Fen li Bao yu Di

My judgment closes my mind and heart.
It extinguishes the light.

My likes are pretty clothes that kill.
My dislikes argue they cannot.

How can opinions kill?

They darken God, neighbor and the Self.
Like this…what life is possible?

Retreat February 10th – March 27th

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Photo Credit: “Getting Ready ” by Jiaoyuan Qian Yue 2015

The holy Way for the Spiritual Refugee

A Single Thread is pleased to offer an online retreat, “The holy Way for Spiritual Refugees.” It begins on

February 10th and ends on March 27th. This retreat is a contemplative Zen practice. It is open to anyone who seeks to trust the Way by purifying all the tendencies to fabricate.

In order to taste the benefits of the Dharma we need to commit time and effort to be silent, solitary and still. The basic work is to study the self delusion in good measure with the teachings of Dharma.

“… the kingdom of heaven is like a merchant seeking beautiful pearls, who, when he had found one pearl of great price, went and sold all that he had and bought it.”

There is a cost! When we trust our fortune, when we persevere, we climb to higher ground where everything is clear.

Through effort, vigilance, restraint, and self-control, the wise person can become an island no flood will overwhelm. The Dhammapada2:25

The commitment is much like starting a fire by rubbing sticks together. We rub our mind against the Dharma in order for a spark to form and light to illuminate. We must be vigilant and restrain our sensual desires to run off after anything else; we must use our self-control to persevere in the work. We don’t waste time. We practice continuously.

The teachings of the Dharma all have the same sound. It is the sound of the high bird that waits for us to hear and practice the Way to cease from suffering.

The Dharma is not packaged, processed or possessed. It is as great as the blue sky and as flowing as the vast ocean. It flows across barriers and leaves no trace. It is all one cloth. www.asinglethread.net/all-one-cloth/

 


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The Tennis Ball

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The Tennis Ball by Sophia Meyer-Greene

I had taken a walk in the park that invigorating day in early January.
I passed the tennis courts which were empty.
Dried leaves scattered here and there.
Bunches near the lower edges of the fencing
clung together like aging lovers.

Then I saw it.

The green tennis ball rolling
slowly back and forth with the breeze.
It was near midcourt but definitely
on one side of the net.
It had been left there by someone
not in the game.

A spirited man came briskly walking by
with his red dog.
He smiled and tipped his hat.
European I bet.

“Is that an Irish Setter?” I asked.
“Indeed, he is. He keeps me moving.
Do you play tennis?” he asked.
“Not so much anymore.
Sometimes.”
I answered as he passed.

“Happy New Year,” he said
as he walked toward the exit gate.
“O and the same to you.”
I called out as he strolled
out of the park . . .
Whistling a happy tune.

Mu…It’s Mine!

In the film, Never Forever, we are given some clues to what is a spiritual awakening.

“The storyteller’s claim, I believe, is that life has meaning—that the things that happen to people happen not just by accident like leaves being blown off a tree by the wind but that there is order and purpose deep down behind them or inside them and that they are leading us not just anywhere but somewhere. The power of stories is that they are telling us that life adds up somehow, that life itself is like a story… it makes us listen to the storyteller with great intensity because in this way all his stories are about us and because it is always possible that he may give us some clue as to what the meaning of our lives is.” Frederick Buechner

In the film, Never Forever, we are given some clues to what is a spiritual awakening.

Mu[1]It’s Mine.

By Yao Xiang Shakya

Despite being favored with all that wealth can offer the wife was soon to find herself struggling to save her husband from the throes of self-abnegation. Appearances being unreliable the evidence of an unruly woe soon surfaced when the husband tried to drown himself with an overdose of barbiturates in his bathtub. The cat, as they say, was out of the bag.

The sight of the happy, wealthy marriage crumbles. The husband is hospitalized leaving the wife feeling helpless. In the face of their despair she seeks to save him.

It’s an ordinary story in many ways. It’s about a young, wealthy married couple. The husband is a Korean American who comes from a devout Christian family. The wife is a blonde, blue-eyed American who participates in her husband’s faith but does so in order to please and accommodate her husband and her husband’s mother. The husband is a conformist. The wife is a peacemaker.

In all respects they appear to have everything the modern material world offers. As stories much like life speak of conflict this couple discovers they are unable to have children. Of course, they seek medical help only to be told that the husband’s sperm is too weak to impregnate the wife. His powerlessness leads to his suicide attempt, her powerlessness leads to something else altogether.

The wife becomes frantic. Although shaken she resolves to help solve the problem. She considers prayer only to be told by her husband, “God will not give us a child.” Hearing this, the wife concocts a plan to find a sperm donor that looks like her husband. By a chance meeting at her fertility clinic she overhears a young Korean man turned away as a sperm donor. He wants to sell his sperm for cash, but the clinic rejects him because they discover he is an illegal alien making it impossible for the clinic to do a required background check.

The wife sees this as fortuitous and decides to follow the unhappy man. She knows he is willing to sell his sperm, but she knows little else. It turns out he lives in a rundown tenement. With only the knowledge of his willingness to sell his sperm and that he looks like her husband she waits for him on the stairwell to his apartment. When he returns she explains she’d like to hire him to donate his sperm to her for cash. She tells him that for each impregnation she will pay him $300 and when she gets pregnant he will receive $30,000 in cash.

The young man, solemn and perhaps reticent agrees to the deal whereby they begin at once. He performs his work without complaint or joy. The wife similarly remains stoic during each encounter and seems to endure it as a means to an end.

But again, as appearances are unreliable, things change. The young man begins to want to know more about her. It begins with small seemingly innocent questions such as what’s your name and where do you live? But the wife reveals little as she undresses and places her clothes into a plastic bag as his apartment is worn and scruffy.

Again as daily life unfolds the young donor happens to see the wife with her husband in an expensive car from the backroom of a cleaner where he works part-time. He discovers two things, she is wealthy and her husband looks like him. The young man decides to press for more information. He insists she take him to lunch before he does his does his work. He orders expensive food and begins to drink telling her he can perform better with a few drinks. He continues to demand and she resists. They both end up in an angry shouting match in the restaurant.

With a rift between them, they both leave angry and go their separate ways. But the young donor turns back and finds the wife in a doorway crying. She allows the young donor to embrace her and hold her while she weeps. He walks her to a place in a nearby park where he shows her a pile of rocks. He tells her that he makes a wish and places a rock on top of the cairn in order to help him throughout the day to keep his wish in mind. She wants to know if it works since she earlier had asked her husband to teach her to pray but was told by him that prayer was useless. The young donor, on the other hand, tells the young wife that his stone does seem to work for him, that it does matter.

They return to his shabby apartment where it becomes obvious that something has changed. It is no longer a suffering through experience but one of mutuality of kissing, caressing and lovemaking. The wife becomes pregnant.

Once she discovers she is pregnant she returns to the young donor and tells him that she will never see him again because she is pregnant then hands him the $30,000 in cash. She returns to her husband and tells him a lie so that he will believe the child is his and all looks like it is going as she wished. There is a brief period of an appearance of happiness between the wife and the husband. But as appearances are unreliable, it is short-lived.

Both the wife and the young donor are unable to get each other out of their mind. In time she returns to see him where she sleeps with him but tells him it must end. The husband, in the meantime, finds out about the young donor and turns him into the immigration police whereby he is picked-up and immediately sent back to Korea.

In a heated argument the husband tells the wife to abort the baby and he will forget everything and they can begin again. The wife becomes hysterical and tells him no but he persists until she screams at him that it is not his baby, but hers. “It’s mine!” she tells him. When she refuses to abort the child, he pushes her and kicks her in attempt to kill the baby.

At the end of the film the wife appears on a beach similar to a photograph of a beach in the shabby apartment of the young donor. She plays with a young boy, obviously her son and then retreats to the sand where she is noticeably pregnant.

What looked like a rescue mission for her despairing husband became a transforming series of experiences for the wife. The declaration, “It’s mine!” was a declaration of the wife’s new birth. She claims something she conceived. She verified for the husband the baby is not his, but something that belongs to her. It is clear that she is resolute. She does not yield to the husband. His persistent demand to abort the child makes it clear she is unbending to his will. She is emancipated, free of his will, his wish and his choice. She makes a steadfast choice.

And this choice is immutable. Nothing seems to challenge her. She remains resolute and unspoiled by his pleadings to abort what she has done and remains literally undamaged by his physical attack. She bears what is hers and does not cave in to the assaults levied against her. She is free from the ties of worry, helplessness and overwrought concern to save her husband.

Her response to suffering as a worried, concerned wife took her through the door of independence. The husband seems to remain caught in the social and perfunctory tradition of his family. His determination to get his way, to resort to physically hurting her suggests he has much work to do to escape the binds of his conditioning.

Her awakening was sudden although it developed over time through the ordinary events of her life as a wife. She unexpectedly cut the binds to the husband by choosing life no matter what the consequences might be.

Change, that which is not seen, is inevitable but it is neither an accident nor a plan; it is more an inexplicable mixture that follows the law of the universe. It is a paradox of knowing we are not in charge, and yet we are responsible to do our very best to end suffering right in the middle of it.

The husband wanted to abandon his life because he saw himself as a failure despite his youth, good looks, wealth and upbringing. But his relinquishment and focus were never very far from his own interests and self-concerns. He wanted to appear to be a success. He wanted to maintain the strictures of a tradition even those he felt were useless. He is not to be reviled but to be understood for where he is.

The wife took risks out of love and her sense of helplessness in relation to her husband’s despair and suicide attempt. She went beyond her self-concerns and did what she felt she needed to do to save her husband, her marriage and to give birth to new life. She did not live in the confines of how it might look to others. She was willing to endure what she initially felt was a repugnant duty which later becomes her saving grace

There was something pure, innocent and good about her actions and in the end her risks saved her from a deadened, wooden somewhat perfunctory life. She found herself in a place she never could have imagined, never could have planned or propagated from her schemes and plans. She knew something else was important than how it looked and was willing to risk her relationship, her marriage and her life to find it. Did it look anything like what she might have thought at the beginning of her actions? Probably not! But she is able to recognize what has happened to her when she declares amidst threats from her husband to abort the baby, “It’s mine.” The new life in her is hers!

Remarkably the efforts were taken through ordinary means, although the means could have led to her death. Imagine hiring a stranger to impregnate her? She risked her life. She was blessed with finding a donor who was an honorable man, a hard-working, devoted man. He prayed with stones. He had faith. He began to care for her and refrained from doing her harm which he easily could have done.

Her faith saves her, not a prescribed faith imbedded in doctrine, dogma and rules, but something unruly, unbidden and unknown which flows out unexpectedly. There are telltale signs of what affects it but it comes with no specific, literal guaranteed outcome. What we do know is that it involves the conversion of the heart and mind and a willingness to be converted, suddenly converted. .

Spiritual change which is what is most important is neither blind nor magical but it does often surprise and amaze us. When it happens we experience it but often are unable to explain how or why it happens. The inexplicable quality of spiritual change is a safeguard against humans poaching God’s territory. The best we can do is to do our sincere best in life as it is. We endure the ordinary, we risk in the ordinary, and we commit our efforts to begin and continue.

Based on the film Never Forever (2007). An excellent film showing the spiritual potential of mu in two words, “It’s mine.” Director: Gina Kim Writer: Gina Kim Stars:Vera Farmiga, David Lee McInnis, Joseph Y. Kim

[1] Mu…a response to a koan often translated as NOT.

All One Cloth

All One Cloth No giver, no receiver, no gift
All One Cloth
no giver, no receiver, no gift

In the Zen tradition a priest sews his own robe along with what is called a zagu or bowing mat. The mat is opened and placed on the floor for the priest to bow down on.

It is a cloth to remind the priest as well as others who witness the bowing of two messages:

The first message is to remind the priest of the torn rags he used to sew the cloth. Nothing is useless.

The second is to remember the whole world bows on the cloth with him. No one is left out.

All one cloth. Nothing is useless. No one is left out.

All We Are Asked to Give-Up is Our Suffering

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Sounds like something most of us might want to check out.

To give-up our suffering looks an awful lot like the opened amaryllis. It is fully bloomed and reveals itself in a vulnerable, transparent face towards the light. It also looks like these three faces: the old Zen monk who, although close to the end of his death, continues to plant chestnut tree seeds everyday; the old priest called out of retirement to work for a year in a place that struggles to survive and the old Buddhist nun who is asked to start a monastery for young women.

What do they have in common?

They have given-up their suffering and offer the best of their bloom in a vulnerable, transparent face knowing they will never see the rewards of their work. There is nothing in it to gain because there is no one there to claim the gain.

Christ in the Beatitudes tells the crowds the same message when he exclaims,

Blessed are the poor in spirit for theirs is the kingdom of God…[1]

All we are asked to give up is our suffering by giving up and go without our desire to get what we want, to be a know-it-all and to claim ownership of just about everything.

To be able to give up our suffering we need to be poor in spirit. We need go without the clinging ego and face that reality is not under the control of our wants, our knowledge nor our claims of ownership. And in this reality we bloom and give wanting nothing, knowing nothing, and having nothing. It is in this emptied out of desire where we do our best. We no longer worry, clang, drift and wander in the material, restlessness of self-gain.

To ease our suffering we follow a path of renunciation continuously and we do it continuously. In other words, we starve the ego.

“But? …you say.

There are no excuses. As long as we make excuses we cling to our old familiar habits of wanting it our way, thinking we know what we know and that’s what we want and claiming ownership.

We practice giving up the ego’s natural tendency to be in charge, to be comfortable, to take the easy road, and to get the pleasures we want. We resist this tendency to be self-involved, self-absorbed and self-important. We go without the self and see what happens.

At first we may be disoriented, unanchored as well as fresh, bright and loosening our grip. We are not used to going without the self but it is all we are asked to go without to be poor in spirit. It’s not to fake it, not to pretend you are nobody, going nowhere…it is a dropping, starving, stopping the wanting, controlling, demanding self by resisting the tendencies to be self-absorbed, self-involved and self-important. It’s a practice of nothing in it for me.

This is the culmination of the path. It is not something the ego can conjure up. We surrender the self, go without it and take refuge in the Source. And we do this in the spirit of constancy.

Begin…it’s not too late.

 

 

[1] Matthew 5:3, Title is from Kennett Roshi

Disappointment

We all are bound to feel disappointment.
We all are bound to feel disappointment.

Everyone gets disappointed. You get disappointed because you are touching the edges of reality. On the edge you see that everything you ever grasped vanishes. You don’t like it. You get frustrated.  You feel thwarted. The real world gets your attention.  This edgy place is the real world pulling on your sleeve.

When you feel disappointed with a bad teacher or a bad student, don’t run away. Stick with it. There’s no thing to depend on. Now, sit some more. Clean. Walk slowly. Pay attention. Bow and eat then wash your bowl.

I Love the Taste of Shrimp

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I Love the Taste of Shrimp

The ant I unknowingly step on
Is the 15 year old slave cleaning shrimp in Thailand,
Is the Afghan woman accidentally killed by a drone,
Is the Guatemalan villager poisoned by a copper mine.

I am not to blame,
But I am not uninvolved.
Can I see this,
So I may not harm further with my pity or charity.

I harm when I take a breath
And again when I exhale.
Sit next to me and notice what we do together.

Photo credit and Poem by Zhong Fen li Bao yu Di, Devoted Effort Leap Clear © 2015