Remembering Iain – Reminded of Truth

24th July 2011. Spoken at Iain Robinson’s cremation Ceremony. He and I traveled extensively together in Japan and China. His sudden death was a shock to all who knew him. It seems good to return to that time two years ago and remember him – with gratitude.

When somebody is no more, whose life has gone out of them, we, who shared in that life – mourn. On all levels there is personal loss and great sadness. And so we gather together to remember what has been. We recall what the newly dead did in their lives. We remember the person that animated that life. We remember their actions – their traits – their strengths. And we pepper our thoughts with memories of their weaknesses too. And we can laugh, a little.

And – inevitably – there are silent regrets, small resentments, things said and things not said. Perhaps we remember deeds not done or – deeds unwise. How are we to find peace enough with our memories – happy ones and less happy ones? How are we to let go and move on?

At times such as this we must draw on our inner resources, be they informed by a faith tradition or not. It is said that all beings have an intuitive sense of a spiritual depth to our being. I term this the ground of our being – or our enlightened nature. Our default if you like! As fundamental to existence as the air we breath.

I’ll have a go at describing that ground, our nature as enlightened beings. The watchword is Compassion. Compassionate acceptance. And falling like rain, unconditional love. Compassion and love coalesce in wise discernment informing our actions. Compassion, Love and Wisdom. We have resources to hand. Let us put them to use for Iain’s sake, and for our own too. This is how we can help him now. Through loving acceptance of his sudden passing.

People came from far and wide to say their goodbye’s. Today at the crematorium, in Lancaster. We saw the coffin off. Later all that will remain will be ashes.

Adoration of the Buddha’s Relics – A Dharma Talk

This post points to a talk I did at Throssel in 2007.

Adoration of the Buddha’s Relics
Rev. Master Mugo White
(45 min., MP3 audio file, 10 MB download)

Shakyamuni Buddha’s relics are not only the ashes and bones of his physical body, but also his teaching that has been passed down to us in the scriptures. In reciting this scripture, the heart raises up in faith and includes all things in gratitude.
Throssel Hole Buddhist Abbey

This talk was given at Throssel last year. There is an introduction to ceremonial and scripture recitation as well as my thoughts on the Adoration of the Buddha’s Relics.

Goodmorning China!

First published May 11, 2005. Reading this now I am amazed all over again at where (the late) Iain Robinson and I found ourselves while in China. Being in the abbots quarters at Tiantong Temple where Zen Master Dogen met with his master and then next morning being the first female, ever, to enter the dining room at Tiantong were moments never to be forgotten. Under categories in the left hand side bar you will find Pilgramage 2005 where you can find all the posts and photographs from that East Asia trip.

Five days after arriving in Shanghai I am just about getting the hang of it all. It would take more time than I have at the moment to communicate what has happened these past days…and perhaps it is not possible to adequately convey to you. There will be photos so you will get a sense of what things look like.

From what I have seen and picked up from talking to monks and others along the way Buddhism is alive and well and growing. We were very fortunate to stay one night at Tiantong Temple near Ningbo, Zhejiang where Zen Master Dogen came to practice in the 12th Century. We joined in the daily practice with the 100 plus male monks, met the Abbot and even joined a formal breakfast. Doing that was a first for a female western monk, and probably a first for a male western lay person too. You should have heard the silent gasp as we walked in!

We were very fortunate to be traveling along with a novice monk from the Tiantong Temple for three days while we have been here. He escorted us to Puto Shan which is an island one hour ferry ride from the mainland and a major pilgrimage site for devout Buddhists. Ru Xian Shi, the monk, was both an inspiration and a doorway into a China we would not otherwise have known.

There is much to say about these days however I see the clock ticking away. Today we travel by bus, the train line having been closed, to our next destination. Thankfully Ru Xian has written our hotel name in Chinese script as well as instructions to taxi drivers to get us to the bus station here in Ningbo. It cannot be over stated how difficult it can be to travel in China when you don’t speak or write the language.


The pavement where ‘anything goes’ and most things do!

Listening Again

Looking back through posts I see layer upon layer of connection. This saying from Elias Canneti was first passed on to me by Rev. Master Chushin who died earlier this year. It was through him, indirectly, that I found Throssel Hole Priory as it was called then in the 1970’s. Seeing Michael’s comment reminds me of the very many conversations we had over the dining room table about speaking and language at the then Edmonton Buddhist Priory.
Listening
Posted on January 14, 2006 by Rev. Mugo

‘Respect for others begins by not ignoring their words.’
Elias Canneti
From: ‘The Torch in My Ear’

Need I say anything more?

A biographical detail for your interest: Elias Canneti won the Nobel Prize for literature in 1981, “for writings marked by a broad outlook, a wealth of ideas and artistic power”. For the last 20 years of his life he live in Zurich. He is buried there beside Irish author James Joyce.

Comments:

Michael on January 14, 2006 at 10:43 am said:

One of the best thing I learned in that book on “Transformational Speech” is that public speaking isn’t so dependent on speaking to the audience as listening to it. It’s a great challenge that I haven’t conquered yet.

I was talking to a fellow today about my profession and I caught myself a couple times thinking about what I was going to say next while he was talking. Tch tch.

One more example, I can always tell when the assistants I’m supervising have tuned me out when I’m trying to give them direction. What are they thinking about?

David Gwillim on January 16, 2006 at 10:19 am said:

Thank you for the quote by Elias Canneti, I had never seen or heard of that before, but it is something to which I have naturally always tried to adhere.

I find it works wonderfully as a personal point of resolve, but it is extremely difficult to use as a complaint when you are having difficulty with someone who is ignoring your words.

I guess it is another one of those things that simply must originate from within oneself, and cannot by its very nature be enforced.

David

The Laughing Buddha

This was first published November 20th 2006 soon after I’d returned to Throssel Hole Abbey from Edmonton Canada. The wind can surely wather up on the moors of Northumberland! I believe the letter quoted below is from somebody who still reads here. And glad of that.

Most of the people who came for retreat have gone, the rain is chucking it down and the wind is wathering (as in Wathering Heights).

The monastery was recently given a collection of small Hotei statues and I adopted the majority, with a view to giving them away. Two went with one person to Newcastle and two more will be going to Malaysia tomorrow, I know they will all have good homes. In the East when people have statues they no long want they take them to the temple and it is understood that visitors can choose one and take it home. There is no price you can put on a Buddha statue.

Here is an extract from a letter I received after giving a talk on Hotei a couple of years ago.

Dear Rev. Mugo,
Your talk touched a spot for me that I had been tangling with for some time. I think I need to take more notice of what Hotei teaches, he sounds like my sort of guy. Do you remember sending me a bookmark? Well I put it on my shelf with my collection of little treasures, shells, stones, seedpods etc along with a small statue of Hotei stretching his arms upwards. The words you wrote read, “may you be well and happy”. I have looked at those words and statue many, many times when I have been feeling low, almost with despair and disbelief. When I’d repeated the words in the Litany of the Great Compassionate One “a joy springs up in me” I had practically choked.

Last night I felt quite emotional for various reasons but something leapt in me, that sounds a rather superior way of describing a sort of jerking, yawning and stretching that was yelling YES YES. Looking at Hotei this morning really made me smile from ear to ear and I felt that I had to share this with you and to wish you joy.

In gassho,

I have a feeling that one of the monks, not a million miles away, will have the statue I’m thinking of and I’ll take a photograph and post it.

The merit of this posting is offered to a good friend of the Order who has given of herself unstintingly and who is facing serious health problems at the moment. May you be well and happy.