Tag: impermanence

  • Compassion in Buddhism: Why does Kuan Yin have so many hands? 

    Compassion in Buddhism: Why does Kuan Yin have so many hands? 

    Kuan Yin is an archetype of compassion in Buddhism. Sometimes portrayed as female, or male, or androgynously, they manifest the impulse to help suffering beings.

    In his celebrated Four Quartets, T. S. Eliot observed:

    Human kind cannot bear very much reality.

    Reality is a lot to take sometimes. One teacher says this practice builds our “reality tolerance.”

    Ours is a sobering practice

    The bare bones of it is to appreciate the “three inconvenient truths”, as the American nun Pema Chodron calls the “three marks of existence” the Buddha taught are intrinsic to reality: impermanence, stress, and interconnectedness.

    It’s inconvenient for us that everything changes.

    For example, just when I’m feeling settled as I sit to meditate, there’s this pain, or that song going through my head and ricocheting off my inner cranium walls, telling me I have been overdoing it with Spotify.

    Deep down we much prefer convenience

    From a Buddhist perspective, the habit energies called delusion come along to satisfy our preference for convenience, controlling the internal narrative, spinning reality in a distorted way, supporting our insupportable preferences for stability and constancy.

    Mostly, we fall for this over and over, until we grasp that our practice is about seeing these delusive habit energies arise in the mind in their many guises and to work through them.

    A milestone in practce …

    is seeing how our conditioned patterns distort our perceptions of reality in real time.

    This practice is sobering because we get intimate with our personal experience of stress and frustration- one of the three aspects of reality the Buddha called dukkha.

    If we don’t clearly see the mechanisms of our own stress and frustration, it’s hard to be happy. 

    When we see this clearly, there is such a relief.

    In the Pali language of early Buddhism, the meditation we practice is called vipassana. “Passana” means to see, and the prefix vi means “in a particular way.”

    As we adapt to regular sitting practice, there’s a deepening sense of calm and inner composure, which helps us see things more clearly.

    A calmer mind is less inclined to fall for the delusive habit energies of desire, aversion or agitation. We can see our stuff more clearly, our hidden motivation and agendas, for example.

    Tranquility allows a healing to happen, a gathering together of all our broken parts, the unfinished business, the parts we have disowned.

    But the practice doesn’t end here, it’s just getting started.

    Kuan Yin: archetype of compassion in Buddhism
    Kuan Yin: archetype of compassion in Buddhism

    We notice that just as we have work to do, so does everyone else.

    We realize we’re all in this mess together. Even when we do not know what to do next, we feel we should at least try to be kind.

    The late Zen master Bernie Glassman tells us “I define realization as the depth to which one sees the interconnectedness of life.”

    Then he adds a corollary, which emphasizes compassion in Buddhism:

    And the degree of your enlightenment can be measured by your actions.

    Here is a Zen koan- a kind of teaching story- from ancient Zen lore about compassion in Buddhism as the the fruit of our sobering practice, of living our interconnected-ness.

    How Does Kuan Yin Use Those Many Hands & Eyes

    Yunyan asks the more realized monk Daowu:
    “Why is it that the Bodhisattva Guanyin has so many hands and eyes?”
    Daowu responds, “It is like someone sleeping, in the night, reaching behind her head for her pillow.”
    To these words Yunyan said, “I understand.”
    When asked what precisely was his understanding he answered, “Our bodies are covered with eyes and hands.”
    Daowu replied, “Almost. You’re eight tenths of the way.”
    Then, when asked what is the more complete response, was told,
    “There are only eyes and hands.”

    This conversation between two monks is preserved in the twelfth century anthology of Zen stories called the Blue Cliff Record. Both monks, Yunyan and Daowu, were students of the same teacher and would themselves each become famous teachers.

    They both deeply realized this interconnectedness. Daowu, it seems, had a deeper understanding than the younger monk Yunyan, who asked why the bodhisattva Kwan Yin has so many hands and eyes.

    In my mind, Yunyan was really asking “What’s the deal with this deity we all talk so much about, who has a thousand hands and a thousand eyes? What’s up with that?”

    Kwan Yin is an archetype of compassion in Buddhism.

    Sometimes portrayed as a man, sometimes as a woman, and sometimes androgynously, Kwan Yin manifests the altruistic impulse to reach out and help suffering beings.

    Daowu says this altruistic impulse comes deeply from the heart without a second thought- like someone turning in her sleep and reaching a hand behind her head to adjust her pillow. 

    He says this natural impulse of compassion in Buddhism is like having eyes and hands all over our body. True, true, says his companion Yunyan. But he adds- that’s only 80% of the answer. 

    The full answer, he says, is realizing “There are only eyes and hands.” I appreciate the writer James Ishmael Ford take on the full answer here:

    Just this. Ends and means, one thing; our interdependence and you and I, one thing.

  • Buddhist death meditation: letting go of regrets

    Buddhist death meditation: letting go of regrets

    Buddhist death meditation encourages a gradual letting go of regrets.

    In her most recent book, Alive Until You’re Dead: Notes on the Home Stretch, the 81-year-old Zen teacher, editor and writer Susan Moon relates an ordeal she went through while riding on public transit from Berkeley to the San Francisco airport.

    When she got to the airport, she realized that her carry-on bag, which had her IDs, credit cards, cash, appointment book and teaching notes, had been stolen.

    She writes she felt “stripped of everything.”

    She could not board her flight to her teaching gig without her ID, but she still had her round-trip public transit ticket. So she took the train back to Berkeley. And on the way home, she had an epiphanic insight.

    Yes, she lost some valuable stuff, but she suddenly realized she still had her life, her body, her family, and her friends.

    “I touched my own knees in amazement, and wanted to jump up and down in the train, shouting, `I’m alive! I’m alive!’ She writes:

    The theft was a strange gift. I lost some objects, yes, and I gained a sense of gratitude for my life that is still with me. I often forget how amazing it is to be alive, but if I concentrate, I can open a drawer in my mind and find the memory of that train ride.

    My life feels more complicated each day, with a ridiculous number of choices to make and noise to filter out. I get stuck in overwhelm mode. My system gets bogged down, flooded with sticky memories triggered by the media.

    As much as I try to practice culture war pacifism, the news still gets to me. But then I reflect on the words of the American Buddhist monk, Ajahn Nisabho:

    There is a role for political discussion, for talking to people about what is meaningful. But it’s very important to understand that as practitioners of this path, you have stepped into a higher order narrative and received something which is far more important than the political debate of the day.

    Reading this, I take a breath and try to connect with this “higher order narrative.”

    I appreciate the late Indian philosopher Krishnamurti’s words here:

    You think you’re thinking your thoughts. You are not. You are thinking the culture’s thoughts.

    Yeah, and many of us even take our cell phones to bed with us. I admit to being guilty as charged (or maybe guilty when charged–my phone, that is.)

    what is this higher order narrative?

    The other day I sat in meditation, turning Ajahn Nisabho’s phrase over in my head: what is this higher order narrative I have stepped into? And as nature would have it, I had my own epiphanic insight.

    I’m not sure I can describe it in my own words, but a few lines from the poem “When Death Comes,” by Mary Oliver kept coming up.

    When it’s over, I want to say: all my life I was a bride married to amazement. I was the bridegroom, taking the world into my arms.

    perfect just as it is right now

    Our simple mindfulness shows us this amazing, crazy world is perfect, just as it is right now. It couldn’t be otherwise.

    Yes, even my life as it is right now: overweight, under-exercised, and not looking forward to the long drive home in heavy morning traffic from my night shift job.

    I used to feel quite depressed. A part of me was consumed with fantasies and expectations: my kids, my marriage, my meditation practice, my crazy job.

    I’m much happier now.

    letting go of these fantasies of some other life

    Finding happiness was about letting go of these fantasies and realizing that life is truly amazing without them. I would even say–especially without them.

    My higher order narrative is just this: when I lie on my deathbed, can I let go of any regrets for having just been me?

    Thank you Suan Moon, for the gift of having your bag stolen on public transit, and for sharing it with us.

  • the courage to grieve, and to sing

    the courage to grieve, and to sing

    We realize everyone is experiencing the same impermanence that we are. This is one Buddhist insight I hang on to. It feels comforting.

    These are not my words. They were written by Kathryn Schulz, a staff writer at The New Yorker and the author of the deeply moving Lost & Found: Reflections on Grief, Gratitude, and Happiness, which explores grieving her father’s death.

    Reading just a few pages of her book moved me the way Hawai’i’s own Iam Thongi did as I watched his make-or-break audition for American Idol three months ago.

    It was good enough to advance him into the competition, which he went on to win this week. 

    Just like Kathryn does in her touching prose, Iam does with his voice and genuine presence. They both miss their dads and have the courage to lay it all out for us to witness.

    Iam Thongiʻs American Idol audition brought tears to judges

    I canʻt help thinking about the historical Buddha, who again and again emphasized the importance of “seeing” impermanence, which he defined simply as:

    the changing nature of all conditioned phenomena

    In a well-known teaching, he said that living just one day clearly seeing impermanence is more spiritually uplifting than living a hundred years not having even a glimpse.

    It’s a doorway to liberation, he claims, to the deepest peace and happiness.

    Listening to Iam sing and reading Kathryn’s words- well, they may know nothing of the classical teachings on impermanence, but that just attests to the universality of the teaching.

    Here are a few Kathryn’s words:

    Our dreams and plans and jobs and knees and backs and memories; the keys to the house, the keys to the car, the keys to the kingdom, the kingdom itself: sooner or later, all of it drifts into the Valley of Lost Things.

    Lost & Found: Reflections on Grief, Gratitude, and Happiness,

    Iam’s dad, Kathyn’s dad, my own dad long gone, and the dad I am to my kids; well, my words start to trail off here. 

    I need a moment… 

    Really getting this in our marrow helps us to develop compassion for others. We  realize everyone is experiencing the same impermanence that we are. This is one Buddhist insight I hang on to. It feels comforting.

    The city is coming, 1927, Väinö Kunnas; from Finnish National Gallery
    The city is coming, 1927, Väinö Kunnas; from Finnish National Gallery

    We may understand impermanence intellectually, as in a high school physics class, but when I listen to Iam sing, I realize it’s a matter of the heart, not the head.

    And as Kathryn writes:

    Nothing about that is strange or surprising; it is the fundamental, unalterable nature of things. The astonishment is all in the being here. It is the turtle in the pond, the thought in the mind, the falling star, the stranger on Main Street.

    Lost & Found: Reflections on Grief, Gratitude, and Happiness,

    Yes, the astonishment is all in the being here… in the listening here. In the tasting and smelling here. Maybe even in the reading here.

    This liberation the Buddha talked about comes from a direct seeing of change as it’s actually happening on a moment to moment micro-scale in our bodies and in our mind.

    This is the “insight” part of insight meditation.

    I canʻt get enough of Kathrtyn’s words, speaking here about loss:

    Loss is a kind of external conscience, urging us to make better use of our finite days. Our crossing is a brief one, best spent bearing witness to all that we see: honoring what we find noble, tending what we know needs our care, recognizing that we are inseparably connected to all of it, including what is not yet upon us, including what is already gone. We are here to keep watch, not to keep.

    Lost & Found: Reflections on Grief, Gratitude, and Happiness,

    Iam Thongi melted my heart this week. My path is to watch for all that tries to harden it, to stiffen it, to make it conform.

    In the words of the feminist writer Rita Mae Brown:

    The reward for conformity is that everyone likes you but yourself

    I think Iam, Kathryn, and the Buddha would agree.

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