Pathless
Fiercely Interdependent
Buddhism is a way of life that has so recently come to the western world that those of us experiencing it as westerners are digesting and defining the raw materials of other cultures' Buddhist ideals. There is, as of yet, no clear conception of what Western Buddhism may entail. The question, "What is the western expression of Buddha Dharma?" is still largely unanswered.
Historically, Buddhism is a way of life that started in India, then spread to surrounding regions in Asia. When Buddhism spread to these other areas, there were always natives in the area who asorbed the profound, inexpressible, and confounding truths of Buddhism, and then presented these truths in language and concepts that the minds native to their region could more easily comprehend. This happened in China and Tibet, for sure. I don't know much about Buddhism in Thailand or Vietnam, but I'm certain it must have happened there as well; same with Japan and all of the other places where the dharma of the Buddha spread. Each of these cultures then expressed the dharma in a unique way: for example, the direct, simple, no nonsense slap-in-the-face of Zen; and the complex lineages, hierarchies, rituals, and varying practices of the Tibetan schools. Looking just at these two, we can see incredible variety in which the fruits of the Buddha dharma are expressed, but we assume that each tradition expresses the essence of this dharma completely. Otherwise, these traditions would not have survived as such.
Much bickering is done in the west about lineages, transmissions, practices, rituals, gurus, and other such clap-trap, but a scarce amount of enlightened action is actually performed, in my opinion. For example, on this site, very recently, Samabhudi chased off with antagonitic shouts a new brother named bdchita, simply because Sam thought that bdchita's teacher and school of practice were rogues, charlatans, and it seemed even devils. "Don't rock the boat of dharma lineage," Sam lamented, shaking his illusory Vajrayana fist at the newcomer. "Stop holding so tight; just let go!" So the 'Bhudi typed, when really what he was expressing is "You suck! You're an idiot! And I'm attached to being correct!" Such arrogant expressions are, in my opinion, rotten fruit that fall far from the Bodhi tree and stoke the fires of hell. Not only that; they ironically illustrate the amazing ignorance of the speaker, who puffs himself up with hollow learning and false knowledge, only too make an ass of himself by disparaging others.
Now, certainly there is, I think, a place in Buddhism for fierceness, shouting down, and a warrior spirit, but if that is your only trick, you're missing the point. Spitting on meek-spirited Buddhists, throwing so-called dharmic thunderbolts from the top of virtual Himalayas without an ounce of compassion, are not enlightened actions.
Although this post was inspired by Samabhudi's delusional rant about correct lineages and ways to practice, I am not merely posting to lash his ego with a thousand wet noodles. No, I have larger fish to fry here. And those fish are the traditions themselves.
Traditions themselves are by their very nature clinging. They certainly are useful and have their place, but I would venture to say that no one ever experienced a flash of insight by memorizing the last two hundred gurus in the Ancient Lineage of Roaring Pink Lions of the Venerable Vajrabodhiananda. It's the whole finger pointing at the moon syndrome. To my mind, the biggest problem that Buddhism faces in the west is that, because it seems foreign and exotic and seems to hold such promise, a bunch of white boys and girls want to sit around with their eyes half-closed, inundated by clouds of incense, and float blissfully off to Nirvana, thus leaving the real world of suffering and joy behind. Thus, thousands of well-meaning spiritual aspirants trade a real chance for liberation and joy with a handful of plastic trinkets: buddha statues, shiny books about Vajrayana, dharma beads. They may also study under a genuine spiritual mentor, but unless they are able to free their own ego from the concepts of spiritual hierarchy and ascencion/transmission, they will never breathe one breath of real air. And, at least in Zen, the entire aim of spiritual practice is to experience those moments of sudden waking; moments where there is no I or other, where the dandelion fluff that floats on the breeze is the most vital food, where the sun is suddenly your heart, and where you are suddenly no longer yourself, but the wide open and amazed eyes of the universe.
Please don't get bogged down in the fascinating details of Buddhist history, thereby forgetting that nirvana is in the here and now, to be experienced in alert, waking consciousness. Please don't float off to the false bliss of a pseudo-enlightnment; if you do, you will not transcend samsara at all, but only abandon it to burn in its own delusions. Then, samsara, which is your innermost nature, your innermost heart, co-exisiting like a heartbeat with nirvana--then, samsara will call you back, enticing you with the sensualness you thought you had long ago transcended. It will continue to entice you, strangling you with the pain of its hideous love, until you are able to unite it to the bliss of your remotest, deepest, most alluring and tantalizing meditative trance.
In conclusion, I would urge everyone pursuing Buddhism as a spiritual path, as a vocation, as a hobby, or as whatever, to allow the infinite dharma gates to feed you and fill you. Absorb the truth of nirvana from the polluted springs of samsara; at the same time, cleanse the polluted springs of samsara into the ethereal, crystalline truths of nirvana. Such a practice of perpetual enlightenment is as much a warrior's path as it is a lotus-sitter's path. There is infinite time in which to shout down heretics sowing the seeds of illusion, just as there is infinite space to stretch your bodhichitta in non-violent merit and goodwill. There is time and room for it all; much more time than any Bodhisattva or Buddha knows what to do with.
Metta,
P
Historically, Buddhism is a way of life that started in India, then spread to surrounding regions in Asia. When Buddhism spread to these other areas, there were always natives in the area who asorbed the profound, inexpressible, and confounding truths of Buddhism, and then presented these truths in language and concepts that the minds native to their region could more easily comprehend. This happened in China and Tibet, for sure. I don't know much about Buddhism in Thailand or Vietnam, but I'm certain it must have happened there as well; same with Japan and all of the other places where the dharma of the Buddha spread. Each of these cultures then expressed the dharma in a unique way: for example, the direct, simple, no nonsense slap-in-the-face of Zen; and the complex lineages, hierarchies, rituals, and varying practices of the Tibetan schools. Looking just at these two, we can see incredible variety in which the fruits of the Buddha dharma are expressed, but we assume that each tradition expresses the essence of this dharma completely. Otherwise, these traditions would not have survived as such.
Much bickering is done in the west about lineages, transmissions, practices, rituals, gurus, and other such clap-trap, but a scarce amount of enlightened action is actually performed, in my opinion. For example, on this site, very recently, Samabhudi chased off with antagonitic shouts a new brother named bdchita, simply because Sam thought that bdchita's teacher and school of practice were rogues, charlatans, and it seemed even devils. "Don't rock the boat of dharma lineage," Sam lamented, shaking his illusory Vajrayana fist at the newcomer. "Stop holding so tight; just let go!" So the 'Bhudi typed, when really what he was expressing is "You suck! You're an idiot! And I'm attached to being correct!" Such arrogant expressions are, in my opinion, rotten fruit that fall far from the Bodhi tree and stoke the fires of hell. Not only that; they ironically illustrate the amazing ignorance of the speaker, who puffs himself up with hollow learning and false knowledge, only too make an ass of himself by disparaging others.
Now, certainly there is, I think, a place in Buddhism for fierceness, shouting down, and a warrior spirit, but if that is your only trick, you're missing the point. Spitting on meek-spirited Buddhists, throwing so-called dharmic thunderbolts from the top of virtual Himalayas without an ounce of compassion, are not enlightened actions.
Although this post was inspired by Samabhudi's delusional rant about correct lineages and ways to practice, I am not merely posting to lash his ego with a thousand wet noodles. No, I have larger fish to fry here. And those fish are the traditions themselves.
Traditions themselves are by their very nature clinging. They certainly are useful and have their place, but I would venture to say that no one ever experienced a flash of insight by memorizing the last two hundred gurus in the Ancient Lineage of Roaring Pink Lions of the Venerable Vajrabodhiananda. It's the whole finger pointing at the moon syndrome. To my mind, the biggest problem that Buddhism faces in the west is that, because it seems foreign and exotic and seems to hold such promise, a bunch of white boys and girls want to sit around with their eyes half-closed, inundated by clouds of incense, and float blissfully off to Nirvana, thus leaving the real world of suffering and joy behind. Thus, thousands of well-meaning spiritual aspirants trade a real chance for liberation and joy with a handful of plastic trinkets: buddha statues, shiny books about Vajrayana, dharma beads. They may also study under a genuine spiritual mentor, but unless they are able to free their own ego from the concepts of spiritual hierarchy and ascencion/transmission, they will never breathe one breath of real air. And, at least in Zen, the entire aim of spiritual practice is to experience those moments of sudden waking; moments where there is no I or other, where the dandelion fluff that floats on the breeze is the most vital food, where the sun is suddenly your heart, and where you are suddenly no longer yourself, but the wide open and amazed eyes of the universe.
Please don't get bogged down in the fascinating details of Buddhist history, thereby forgetting that nirvana is in the here and now, to be experienced in alert, waking consciousness. Please don't float off to the false bliss of a pseudo-enlightnment; if you do, you will not transcend samsara at all, but only abandon it to burn in its own delusions. Then, samsara, which is your innermost nature, your innermost heart, co-exisiting like a heartbeat with nirvana--then, samsara will call you back, enticing you with the sensualness you thought you had long ago transcended. It will continue to entice you, strangling you with the pain of its hideous love, until you are able to unite it to the bliss of your remotest, deepest, most alluring and tantalizing meditative trance.
In conclusion, I would urge everyone pursuing Buddhism as a spiritual path, as a vocation, as a hobby, or as whatever, to allow the infinite dharma gates to feed you and fill you. Absorb the truth of nirvana from the polluted springs of samsara; at the same time, cleanse the polluted springs of samsara into the ethereal, crystalline truths of nirvana. Such a practice of perpetual enlightenment is as much a warrior's path as it is a lotus-sitter's path. There is infinite time in which to shout down heretics sowing the seeds of illusion, just as there is infinite space to stretch your bodhichitta in non-violent merit and goodwill. There is time and room for it all; much more time than any Bodhisattva or Buddha knows what to do with.
Metta,
P