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what can be known

These seem to be days of challenge.  My evening of preparing today’s blog post was derailed after I received an email from someone which triggered significant confusion.  Zen Dot Studio wonderfully noted it was the Dharma calling me.  I am grateful for such friends who are mindful bells of my practice.  Writing the response challenged me to remember that practice manifests in taking responsibility.  There is one level of responsibility which is admission and ownership.  We are overwhelmed at this time in Zen circles with the drama of Eido Shimano’s behaviours and the slipperiness of admission and ownership.  In our personal lives, I’m sure we are all familiar with other styles of slipperiness.  Certainly, I catch myself slithering around evidence of my lack of skillfulness.  And it, thankfully, doesn’t end there.  When the slip-sliding comes to a stop, I’m still left with the responsibility of examining the causes of my actions.  In an exchange that pre-dated the email I received, I had admitted that while I thought I had said X, I accepted that this person clearly heard Y.  Given the relationship was more important than nailing down who said what, I agreed to meet their needs based on their perception of the arrangement.

And now, I’m asked to re-visit the miscommunication.  This person wants to know if it was because I was tired.  Or maybe I was stressed?  Or forgetful?  Perhaps it was a change in my perception of our roles that I didn’t convey to them?  Could I please tell them so that they could understand why this happened.  I truly resonate with this need to know.  I often feel there is magic in knowledge.  If I can untangle the causal chain of events then somehow I will feel better.  Or I will be able to prevent it from happening again.  Or I will find out it wasn’t me after all.  Or I will become more intimate with you.  Dogen’s wonderful words arise for me: Not-knowing is the most intimate.  Emptiness as form is one possible approach.  In counterpoint, Grace Shireson, on her Facebook commentary about the Shimano/ZSS debacle noted that too much emptiness is a dangerous thing.  If I consign everything to the extreme interpretation of quantum mechanics, I’ll never get on an elevator.  (I desperately need to point out that the misuse of theoretical physics is the most annoying aspect of Neo-Buddhism!)

But this desire to know is also an appropriate line of examination in the context of the second turning of the wheel for the First Noble Truth.  Thich Nhat Hanh, in The Heart of the Buddha’s Teaching calls it “Encouragement,”  a confusing label which took me several reads to sort out.

After recognizing and identifying our pain, we take the time to look deeply into it in order to understand its true nature, which means causes (italics added).

His metaphor of a physician’s diagnostic protocol implies that we should run checks or tests to bring out patterns of events and actions that underlie – or encourage – the suffering.  As we do this, we begin to know our suffering, we become familiar with its way of presenting itself to us – or perhaps, more accurately, we become more familiar with the way we present in its clutches.  It seemed to me, as I dug into this gem, that the intention I set in wanting to know is crucial to the process.  Needing to know so that I can package away a set of behaviours or fit them into my world-view is different from needing to know so that I can take ownership and responsibility for them.

It doesn’t stop there.  We’ve learned tragically in last few days following the shootings in Arizona that the words we use directly effect the  outcome of our inquiry.  We’ve always known this – from communication theories to therapeutic interventions.  We known that words paint and taint responses.  It stands to reason that the words I use to inquire into the true nature of my suffering will have the same impact on its trajectory.  Words that are blaming or shaming, pigeon-holing or double-binds will narrow our vision and set off a line of (inner or outer) defensive posturing.  Words that are open and curious are more likely to invite willing inquiry.  Such skillful speech is our choice, but definitely encouraged by our intention.

Intention and skillful speech.  A potent combination to digging deep into the ways I create my own suffering – and those of others.

Thank you for practising,

Genju

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beyond genre

My heart goes out to so many people today.  It’s been a difficult weekend for many of my friends in the US.  In the wake of the shootings of Gabrielle Giffords and several others in Tucson AZ, there has been a painful out-pouring  of anger, confusions, and sadness. I’ve read so many words on so many pages that I can’t remember who said what any more.  Just like all of my American colleagues and friends who are so much closer to this specific tragedy, I search for the meaning in senseless acts of violence.  And the truth is, if by  “meaning” we are searching for an acceptable rationale, I don’t believe there is one to be found in it.

Yet that will not stop us from trying anyway.  We will draw time lines of the shooting, graph out positional dynamics, bullet trajectories.  We will dig into the mental health histories of the suspects or the accused.  We will find huge gaping wounds of neglect and abuse in their developmental paths.  We will appeal to biochemical soups in brain chemistry, theories of nature-nurture collisions, and the insufficiency of love to conquer all ills.  We will because we can.  And it will still not explain to anyone’s satisfaction how the chill wraps around our heart and stops the mind from perceiving the boundlessness of reality.  More than that, it will take us away from the work the must first be done.

Yesterday, amidst all the suffering of my friends, we opened sangha in our home.  We sat and we share about the presence of suffering.  A few days before, I had sat myself, frustrated that I could not really read, could not hold my attention for any length of time, because my heart was collapsing over the loss of two communities.  Sangha is a phoenix; she is growing from the ashes.  The other.  The other…  well, perhaps there is still magic left in this world.  Faced with these challenges, I thought that this is a good time to go back to basics.  Back to the Four Noble Truths and the teachings of my root teacher, Thich Nhat Hanh.

In The Heart of the Buddha’s Teachings, Thấy describes the Four Noble Truths in his inimitably gentle way.  By now, most of us can rhyme off the four without much thought and some of us might even give some snazzy interpretations of them.  Reading the first chapters then became, for me, a practice in mindfulness.  Not rushing ahead, taking it in word-by-word.  Making no assumptions, making no judgement.  And there in the 7th chapter was a jewel.

Some time ago, in a letter to one of my dearest dharma teachers, I had expressed frustration that people often skim over the First Noble Truth.  Suffering?  Why would I want to know about that!  He replied (and I paraphrase), “Oh yes.  They say: Suffering?  I’m an expert on suffering!  I can tell you all about it!  Now let’s get on with the Eightfold Path, OK?”  In the chapter on touching our suffering, Thấy explains why this doesn’t work.  It’s not that we don’t want to look at our suffering.  Likely as not, we can’t escape seeing it.  It’s because we really don’t know what to do after we feel its inexpressible arising from the belly.  And, we look away.

There are three turnings of the wheel of Dharma:

The wheel of the Dharma was put in motion twelve times – three for each of the Noble Truths… The first turning is called “Recognition”….  Our suffering needs to be identified.

There it is.  Calling it suffering and blowing it off as something that “just is part of being human” isn’t working the First Noble Truth.    Flipping to all the euphemisms (stress, dissatisfaction, imbalance) begs the question.  It isn’t enough to use aggregators like hatred, greed, and confusion.  It isn’t enough to point to it as an abstract concept, a societal malaise, cancer, what-have-you.

We need to get face-to-face with it.  We must name it.  Name it in every movement of our body, in every sound of our voices, in every fleeting thought we think doesn’t matter because no one heard.

May the merit of our practice to transform our deepest delusions give rise to an open-hearted understanding of each other, to meet each other as precious and unique, as beyond genre*.

Genju

*A powerful concept explored in “Face to Face: Therapy as Ethics” by Paul Gordon (Constable & Co. Ltd. 1999)