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eggs and chicken droppings

here is home

here is home

… (I)n Zen liturgy we manifest that which is known to us intuitively in the form of a visible, tangible reality.  In this way, liturgy tends to make palpable the common experience of a group….  (W)e seem, in fact, to be a culture with distinctly polarized reactions to liturgy.  While at the one end there are those who become very attached to the forms, at the other extreme are those who adamantly reject everything even remotely resembling religious ritual. (Bringing the Sacred to Life by John Daido Loori)

When we started our little sangha, we agonized over the ten thousand things that might offend people and keep them from returning.  To bow or not to bow; to light a candle or not; to use Buddhist terms or not?  Was it a mat or a zabuton, a cushion or a zafu?  Was it the Heart Sutra or the Prajnaparamita?  Oh heck, was it a sutra or a reading!  Were we making practice accessible or copping out?

Over the years, as we listened to the sangha members (or are they meditation friends!), we began to hear the undercurrents of fear.  Fear that rituals would be traps or untenable rules that would always have us being “less than”.  Fear that the already painful belief of being less than would become a leverage for the unscrupulous.  As we cultivated our language of being together, some of those fears eased.  Others have morphed into rituals.  Go figure!

Zen liturgy is upaya, skillful means...it functions as a way of uncovering the truth which is the life of each one of us. (All practices) point to the same place: the nature of the self.

For myself, the fear of not getting things right (the first time, every time), creates this push-pull with ritual.  Have a metric and there’s a measure of performance.  Have no metric and how do you know what the measure is?  From that fissure in my thinking often comes a lack of discernment and a draw to what distracts from the anxiety.

And that distraction takes the form of an impulsive tendency to pick up chicken droppings thinking they are eggs.

(But) it is not a matter of knowing.  It has to be realized as the functioning of our lives.  And for practice to function, for liturgy to function, it must first be wholeheartedly engaged.  Practice is always with the whole body and mind.  Just … aping the form … is a dead end.

Practice now is in holding the anxiety, not the distraction which can be a ritual, a book or a word.  It is feeling the sense of true nourishment which brings me home the first time, every time.

Thank you for practicing,

Genju

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sic transit gloria, she wrote back

More Ryokan.

The moon appears in every season, it is true,
But surely it’s best in fall.
In autumn, the mountains loom and water runs clear.
A brilliant disk floats across the infinite sky,
And there is no sense of light and darkness,
For everything is permeated with its presence.
The boundless sky above, the autumn chill on my face.
I take my precious staff and wander about the hills.
Not a speck of the world’s dust anywhere,
Just the brilliant beams of moonlight.
I hope others, too, are gazing on this moon tonight,
And that it’s illuminating all kinds of people.

zmm main hall

zmm main hall

After reading of Roshi Daido Loori’s retirement, I sent a note to my teacher.  “Don’t get any ideas!” I typed.

“Sic transit gloria,” she wrote back.

Separation anxiety.

Zen Mountain Monastery was my first encounter with hard-nosed Zen.  I fell in love with the rituals – and Daido Loori is all about finding the sacred in the rituals.  When I heard him define liturgy as the language of a community, I knew I had found a precious jewel in his teachings.  My friends call it obsessive-compulsive features of my nature.  So be it.

Denkoroku

Denkoroku

mro-the-path

Everyday rituals connect me to others.  The cup of tea, the favourite songs, the email signoff, the restaurant where we celebrate birthdays, the sweater I always wear when I’m in writing mode – all intricate containers of our commitment to each other.

How is there practice without commitment?

How does that commitment manifest without an embodiment of what is felt internally?

This is the gift of our teachers:  to always be present to us with through the ritual of practice .

mro-Butterfly1

<images from Zen Mountain Monastery>

Thank you for practicing,

Genju