A Wise Pope

I found this link and was bowled over by it – to think this scene is above us all the time-could we but see it!
Apparently there was a Pope once who tried to ban street lighting since it stopped people from appreciating the night sky, after I watched this I decided he was right! Anne.

Thank you Anne for sending the email with the link to this amazing time lapse video of the Milky Way – with storm.

There are those who are inspired and awed standing in a Buddha Hall. All candles and incense, dim lights and soft chanting. Others though find their spiritual home and inspiration while out at sea or in a desert. For some though it is the night sky. Ah, the night sky. I’ve a dim memory of walking hand in hand with my dad gazing up at the night sky. Or did I dream that!

PS Watch out for the Whitetail buck. It apears briefly at about the 1:57 mark in the video.

Nature The Magician….

The leaves
relinquish their hold
paths carpeted red gold.

Ah!
Nature the artist.

Keys and coins
relinquish their moist home
washing machine mended!

Ah!
Humankind the magicians!

In gratitude
for the autumn sunshine. And the chap who cleaned out the washing machine.

Merit for
friends in need. And for all in need.

Ok With Being…..

I liked this. Inspiring confidence in others through “steady humility.” Not what I’ve been taught about leadership, where one is encouraged to appear confident even when one is uncertain or afraid.

This led me to thinking about how seeing things as they are reduces fear which, leads to confidence – perhaps? Maybe that’s the way to achieve steady humility – clear seeing?

From a comment left on this post.

Well, I thought I was going to respond to this comment and I’m now finding it quite difficult to do that. Sometimes when somebody asks a question, or in this case leaves a comment, my mind goes blank! Now is one of those moments. Try as I may no clear response springs to mind however there IS one. This can be awkward when, say, at a tea and questions session at a meditation group meeting where a whole bunch of people are gazing in anticipation of a response. The pressure to come up with something can be huge. I guess much like what’s said in the above comment, leaders are encouraged to appear confident when in fact uncertain or afraid.

Time and again I’m reminded that saying something true and honest in such circumstances can be a teaching in itself. One time years ago, apparently, I walked into an informal tea and question session and said I was feeling really rough however I thought I’d come anyway! For the person who remembered the event THAT was the teaching of the tea. Hah! she cares enough about us to turn up even when unwell. And what’s more she isn’t concerned about how she appears either. Weak and vulnerable probably. However there can be a tendancy to look at teaching, receive it, in a one sided kind of way when there is no one (right) way. For example sometimes when weak and vulnerable it’s good to not turn up. Or sometimes it’s good to turn up, keep ones backbone straight, face forwards and do the best one can. And refrain from appearing the way one feels inside. That would be different to putting on a confidence coat I think.

And so it is with simply being/living, i.e. how one is from moment to moment. There is no one way, or right way, or Buddhist way that is THE-way-to-be. It’s crazy to think we even imagine there could be. Even if we could successfully divine what that might be it would be impossible to maintain!

Sitting within oneself, maintaining a reflective interior, goes a long way to being more likely to be honest with oneself. Helps one to acknowledge what is there inside and outside. But there is no safe place given the wily ways of our human makeup. I guess you could call acknowledging what’s there as clear seeing but I’m wary about the term, sorry to say. Perhaps because it could be yet another way to be to pick-up-on and try to be that way. An example of how this can go out of kilter would be to practice see clearly and then get down on oneself when you’re ‘blind’. Perhaps you walk into a lamp post or miss a social cue, with horrible consequences. I’m for giving myself as few sticks to beat myself with as possible. So, as tempting as it might be to put on an off-the-peg coat of some particular colour it is wiser not to. It’s more truthful and more Preceptual too.

Slightly edited for clarity.

Seamless Sitting

In March 1997 several months after Rev. Master Jiyu died I had the opportunity to spend some time alone on retreat in the mountains of Northern California. It was actually the very same place I was staying at this past June. Several monks were at the gates of Shasta Abbey to see me off. The last monk to say good by said quietly through the open car window, Sit so you don’t know you are sitting. I’d now call that seamless sitting.

Easy to say but not so easy to explain what that actually means in practice. But perhaps Zen Master Dogen puts it best, To live by Zen (meditation) is the same as to live an ordinary daily life. He also says that Pure Zazen (seated meditation) must not be neglected. Perhaps the difficulty is making that leap from sitting formally to getting on with ones day – while sitting! That’s to relinquish the idea that meditation is a seperate activity. In the formal sense it is, in the everyday sense it isn’t. The one doesn’t stand against the other. But it looks that way.

Thanks to the person who asked what I meant by seamless sitting. I’ll no doubt be thinking on this subject from time to time since it points to the very heart of what the Buddha taught. Sunyata.

Out And About In The Lake District

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Bassenthwaite Lake and Mugo in walking gear.

On Saturday there was an ambitious plan to climb Skiddaw via Ullock Pike (see map of route). Ullock Pike is described as a very distinctive peak resembling a small “Matterhorn”. Indeed! My first view was with mists swirling around it’s heights; impossibly high, dauntingly distant and scarily imposing all had me wondering on the wisdom of this venture. And indeed it was too high, too distant and above all too weathered in to continue far up the path. All the same it was a joy to be in the Lakes once again and I thought you’d like to share that with me. Thus the photo.

All the same we, my Throssel walking companion and I, were out for about two hours or there abouts. In Keswick we met up for lunch with a small group of sangha members who’d been retreating all morning. Before that though we made a pilgrimage to Love The Lakes, a shop stocking all sorts of goodies and in particular some really wonderful photographs. Serving the customers was Sean of StridingEdge photo diary fame, his two dogs carpeted the floor. What a happy encounter. Happy and glad to show my appreciation of his photography skills. Leaving the shop I pondered on this humble and tolerant chap! I guess it takes a special person to consistently climb the fells, spring, summer, autumn and winter. And to consistently produce such inspiring photographs too.

Sitting over lunch with some sturdy hill walkers I confessed that some years back I’d lost the drive to struggling to the top of mountains. Oh the pain of it, mental and physical pain that is. From what they said in response it’s common for even seasoned walkers to question what they are doing! I guess we keep on coming back for more in spite of swirling mists, precipitous path and the stress.

The specter of a steaming mug of tea at the end of a walk has cheered many a straggler to take the next step.