Platform Sutra Study Group

January 28th, 2013 .

A new study group, studying the Platform Sutra will begin soon, on Wednesday evenings, 6:30 to 8:30, Feb. 6, 13, 20 and 27 and Mar. 6 and 13.

This is for anyone who is willing to commit to the whole series, and come with reading done and prepared to join discussion.

We’ll be studying The Platform Sutra:  The Zen Teaching of Hui-Neng, using a translation and commentary by Red Pine.
Here’s a quote from Red Pine’s introduction:  “Hui-neng’s teaching is not a teaching of concepts, just the opposite. It is, instead, a teaching of no concepts. Hui-neng addresses an audience numbering in the thousands, and every word he speaks is directed at freeing people of whatever concepts block their awareness of their own nature. This is the teaching of Hui-neng: See your nature and become a buddha.”

If you are interested in joining this study, please contact me at sembender@gmail.com

Buddhism to the Rural Thai

August 14th, 2009 .

The following is from an email to Linda H. from her friend Janet who is currently serving in the Peace Corps in Thailand. 

Of course I can only write about what I have witnessed thus far. Some is observation, some speculation, some interpretation. I also sent another volunteer’s perspective about being a monk for one week. Farong, by the way, means foreigner and refers to all western/white foreigners (not black).

There are two major branches of Buddhism—Theravada and Mahayana, Thailand practices the first one.

Observation: The monks make their early morning walks, always the same route, through the village. The women, for the most part, wait in front of their houses with baskets of sticky rice, bundles of fruit and small plastic bags of hot soups (monks are not allowed to cook for themselves). Their feet are bare and, as the monks stop, the women raise the food to their foreheads and bow their heads in supplication. They kneel in the dirt beside the road and the monk blesses them by saying a few words. The women stand and put the food in the golden bowls that the monks are carrying. This is done to gain merit, to be a good person, to have a better life in this one or the next.

Merit making activities include offering food and other basic necessities to monks, making donations to temples and monasteries, burning incense or lighting candles before images of the Buddha, and chanting protective or merit-making verses from the Pali Canon. Some lay practitioners have always chosen to take a more active role in religious affairs, while still maintaining their lay status. Dedicated lay men and women sometimes act as trustees or custodians for their temples, taking part in the financial planning and management of the temple. Others may volunteer significant time in tending to the mundane needs of local monks (by cooking, cleaning, maintaining temple facilities, etc.).

People also go to the wat (temple) and lay food on the alter, first kneeling, bowing three times from the pray position to their foreheads on the ground (wei). Sometimes they pay 20-30 baht for a lotus flower and sticks of incense which they light and put in the sand at the base of the alter. Twice a month on the full moon and the new moon, more people go to the wat in the morning, give food to the monks, and pray. People give food and water so they will have food in their next life. All the food must be prepared and cooked or able to be eaten raw such as fruit. These monks do not kill or cook, but do eat meat. I went this morning with my friends and took pictures which I will send. The people dressed in white stayed the night. They only eat twice a day, same as the monks. The monks hold a very important, highly respected role in the community.

Many houses have their own spirit houses which can be decorated with flowers, fruits, gilded ornaments. Here the Thai (mostly women) kneel, wei, and pray. To wei can also be to put the hands in pray position and bow the head. This is done by students for teachers, to older people, etc. They are taught at an early age to wei five groups: the Buddha, the Buddha text, monks, teachers and parents.

The men often become monks for 1-4 weeks, months, years, or forever. Women can also be monks but it is not as common. Young adult males have ordination parties where hundreds of friends, relatives, and neighbors are invited for food, liquor, and dancing. I’ve seen traditional Thai drums as well as a d.j. and seductive, scantily clad go-go girls (some of which are men). One morning celebration we danced behind the freshly shaved and now bald and eyebrowless young man 3 times around the main temple and in front of 6 large speakers blaring Thai music. Then had a sit-down lunch with 8 different dishes, alcohol and soda.

Some mornings the local wat plays music and chants—the dogs immediately start whining and howling—it’s almost harmonic and very humorous.

I am not totally sure what goes through their minds as they bow to the Buddha but from what they have told me, they ask for things like money, good health, and happiness—material desires. I went with one co-teacher to this famous temple in Kurat who made wishes and threw coins into fountains and bowls wishing for money. She happens to be in debt to the bank and at the school (there’s a lending system among the teachers) because she loves to buy expensive clothes. She was thrilled for me (but I think somewhat envious) that my fortune read that I would get a lot of money in the future. This kind of thinking, to me, is not what I associate with Buddhism. At my house is an alter and my co-teacher said I should give flowers every day, wei, and pray so that I will be beautiful in my next life. I said I didn’t care about being beautiful but really wanted to learn Thai language so maybe I should give the Buddha my English/Thai dictionary.

My teacher friends asked if I wanted to perform tamban—earn merit. So I contributed 20 baht to a temple and with that I was to ask for happiness or health or whatever. That, to me, seems contradictory—I should just give for the sake of giving especially if I want to earn merit. I ended up wishing happiness for my teachers.

In schools the students say something to the Buddha every morning and wei three times. They also say a prayer at lunch and every event/ceremony the candles are lit at the shrine and a prayer is said. Last week for three days the school was closed and grades 4, 5, 6 went to a wat to pray, meditate, and walk slowly while praying. It’s amazing Thai students can be quiet for long periods of time. They learn the chants by heart.

I just finished reading a book on the Buddha doctrine (Tipitaka) and how important it is to be preserved just as it was decided on 2500+ years ago. The Tipitaka provides the standards against which beliefs and ways of practice in Buddhism can be checked. It is by the Doctrine and Discipline found in the Tipitaka that they can judge whether certain beliefs or ways of practice, as well as any behavior are right or wrong, whether they really belong to the Buddha’s teachings. For these reasons, one of the important functions of the monks is to memorize and study the Tipitaka, It is, however, 45 volumes which gives some insight as to why schools concentrate so much on rote memorization. Supposedly there are a few monks in Myamar that know the entirety. The rules for monks comprises 8 volumes.

I just attended part of a funeral. The most interesting part, I missed because I was working. Traditionally the funeral lasts three to five days. The first day the coffin is in the family’s house; the community comes and sits in the main room while the monks chant for about 30 minutes. This is followed by a sit-down dinner with lots of food. The community can come and sit with the family any time of the day as well. The second day the coffin is rolled to the crematorium (just a small temple set down a side road) and the body is burned (this is the part I missed). That night we met again as the monks chanted and we ate again. Women in the community prepare and serve the meal. This time my host mother took me to the back of the house where I met some of the family including the widow who is 8 months pregnant (the husband was 40 when he died). She was surrounded by family that had come from Bangkok and different parts of Thailand. The third and fourth nights chanting and eating again. The fifth day people met in the morning and ate breakfast.

Superstition: 1. My  Issan neighbor blessed my house the first week I was here and cleared it of ghosts (too bad it wasn’t snakes)—we went to the front yard, knelt, prayed, and lit incense while she chanted. There is a strong belief in ghosts and that they will hurt you. 2. My host family back during training had me throw powder at the base of a special tree and “read the numbers” so they could buy a lottery ticket (I couldn’t see a thing). 3. People who do win the lottery attribute to dreams they had, a bird knocking on their window, numbers that mysteriously appear. 4. My school had a Binding the Soul ceremony for me so I would not be fragmented and disconnected while living and working in BonNongsala. A priest is hired for the occasion, not a monk. He usually resides over weddings, funerals, whatever ceremony you might want performed. The centerpiece (an elaborate piece made of rolled banana leaves, flowers, and candles) for my ceremony included an egg, sticky rice, and a sweet—nourishment for my soul. This just may be tradition—not sure what the people really believe about a Soul being called to one location. It was very meaningful to me, however; I felt accepted by the community. 5. The full moon is often the time when celebrations occur and people visit the wat.

Cheers, Janet

Tibet Travel Article

June 19th, 2009 .

Dear Sangha,

Here’s news from our sangha member living in England, Becca Gados:

One of my travel articles has been published!

http://www.gonomad.com/bicycle-tours/0906/tibet-descent.html

Becca

:)

ZenSmile

June 2nd, 2009 .

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Happy Birthday, Buddha!

June 2nd, 2009 .

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Yesterday morning
Saturday meditation
Shove Chapel
Sarah pipes up
Today is Buddha’s birthday
Happy Birthday, Buddha!
It is customary to bathe the Baby Buddha in sweet tea
Hmmmmmmm
How do I see this in my life right now?
I see myself
Jumping off of a hundred foot pole
And cannonballing
Into a swimming pool filled with sweet tea
SPLASH!
 
~ Donella Berry

Some Things Running Around after the Spring Retreat

June 2nd, 2009 .

The bell rings twice.
As a living human runs
into the room,
a dead one walks outs.

Wrapped in my blanket,
the snow falls onto
the greening grass;
the temple bell rings.

Flavorless words in the morning hall;
a dragon roars at the evening gathering
as Andrew lets down his hair.

Sitting this morning after this retreat,
I sing the “Four Boundless Vows.”
Who is saying, “I vow…”?
It’s some other…

~ Frank Actis

Monsters of Love

April 29th, 2009 .

I decided to drive to Boulder yesterday to visit a friend I had not seen in a long time. It was quite cool and overcast with light rain. I used a route that swings around the north side of Denver through Commerce City (which looks kind of like the Newark, New Jersey waterfront). The route goes by a huge oil refinery and is undoubtedly the ugliest point of entrance/exit from Denver. Before I got on the highway, I noticed an advertising sign on the side of a city bus that said, “Love Heals Pain” (www.letloveheal.com). I had seen this advertisement before or a close reincarnation of it, and I had made a point of remembering the Web address so I could check it out when I got home.

As I got on the ramp to get on the highway, I could tell (oh dread, rats, etc.) that the traffic was barely moving. Construction or accident? I pulled in behind an eighteen-wheeler and became immersed in very slow stop-and-go traffic. This hasn’t happened to me in a long time. I could have become upset; this was a Sunday afternoon, and this wasn’t supposed to be happening, or at least happening to me! I could see the oil refinery, which usually smells bad and which prompts you to push the recirculation button on your car AC before you get to it. I couldn’t smell anything and decided to blow it off for the time being. I didn’t have to be in Boulder by any specific time, so I wasn’t in a hurry. I was listening to tunes on my iPod.

Then it hit me (or I hit it). Where is Zen here? What does my koan say about this? What does my practice say about this? Should I get irritable? Do I feel irritable? Is that allowed? Then…. Oh no! The smell of the oil refinery hit me. Too late. The recirc button wouldn’t help me now. Okay … this is really unpleasant. Should I be upset? How long is this going to take? Well, I can’t do anything about it and everybody else is in the same boat as I am, and they’re being civil. I guess I should be to. Okay, dammit—this is my practice.

Then it hit me. Monsters of Love! Where and when did Joan mention the monsters of love? It had something to do with Leonard Cohen. It had something to do with the need for monsters of love to balance the other kind of monsters. Isn’t that what I’m trying to be? Isn’t that my practice? Yes! My practice is to be a monster of love. I shuddered with a sense of purpose. This joyful sense cut through all things. It cut to the bone. Yes—a monster of love. I needed to get to the Web to get the details.

I returned to my house later that evening and immediately went to my computer. I first went to www.letloveheals.com. It’s a massive advertising campaign of the Rocky Mountain Cancer Centers that has gotten quite a bit of attention. There are all kinds of things about love here. Love has a real physical manifestation and can help cure cancer. This site was overwhelming; I saved it to my favorites for further investigation.

I then went to Leonard Cohen, Monsters of Love. And there it was. An excerpt from Cohen’s novel, Beautiful Losers (which I haven’t read): “He can love the shape of human beings, the fine and twisted shapes of the heart. It is good to have among us such men, such balancing monsters of love.”

Again, isn’t that what I want to be? Isn’t that the only thing I can be right now in this wacky and brutal world? Is that playing the role of host wherever I am? Isn’t this what needs to be enjoyed and at the same time needs to be attended to? Isn’t that it!?

~ Steve Walker

April Snowflake

April 17th, 2009 .

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As far as twenty thousand feet it fell,
this shimmer of symmetry … threatened,

every instant, every inch
by April-fickled winds, till
tender and fern-fingered, it touched
my rough black glove and there,
in less than the length of a breath
surrendered its essence.

Now a cold thought holds me.
A single crystal in some twenty thousand
centuries of human living
my own
              life
                    falls
                           melting.

A poem may be a clumsy camera
but I focus it with hope
knowing it holds my only chance
to capture now in mid-melt.

~ Elizabeth King

A Poem

April 1st, 2009 .

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This is the Year of the Oxen,
The year after the Rat.
Chinese celebrate with fireworks.
What Tibetans have to gain
I hope will be interesting
And more hopeful for the Dalai Lama,
Who waits for change that does not come.
Happy new/lunar year!

~ Steve Bachmann

A New Blog

March 31st, 2009 .

Dear readers,

The Dharma Web is the reincarnation of The Dharma Rag, the Springs Mountain Sangha forum for members’ writings. We encourage submissions of articles related to Buddhism and the Way, letters to the editor, reviews, poems, recipes, and other sharings from all readers! Event announcements may be submitted too, although they’ll be posted to our Community Life blog. Send your inputs by email to info@smszen.org, or submit them by snail-mail to P.O. Box 25277, Colorado Springs, CO 80936-5277.  Submit them whenever, as the blog format unties us from a newsletter publication deadline; submissions may be lightly edited by a loving hand. Please visit our Web site at www.smszen.org!