Posted in Dharma Talk, Teachers

RENUNCIATION & EASE

Gil Fronsdal (b. 1954), American Buddhist Guiding Teacher, Insight Meditation

Gil was trained as a Vipassana teacher by Jack Kornfield and is part of the Vipassana teachers’ collective at Spirit Rock Meditation Center. He was ordained as a Soto Zen priest at the San Francisco Zen Center in 1982, and in 1995 he received Dharma transmission from Mel Weitsman, the abbot of the Berkeley Zen Center.

He is the guiding teacher of the Insight Meditation Center (IMC) of Redwood City, California. He is one of the best-known American Buddhists. He has a PhD in Buddhist Studies from Stanford University. His many dharma talks available online contain basic information on meditation and Buddhism, as well as subtle concepts of Buddhism explained at the level of the lay person. MORE [Wikipedia]

Here Gil talks about being aware of what takes us away from ease in order to be able to return to ease again.

Video posted to YouTube by  (2008).

Access complete dharma talks by Gil Fronsdal and other Buddhist teachers HERE at the website for Insight Meditation Center, Redwood City, CA, U.S.A.

Photo credits: Gil’s photo courtesy of Insight Meditation Center under under the Creative Commons Attribution 3.0 License; orchid courtesy of Jamie Dedes.

Posted in Guest Writer, Poems/Poetry

BLOSSOMING

BLOSSOMING

by

Danielle Mari

Awoke with this thought brought to me via dreaming memory. The central image comes from a moment at a wedding I attended years ago, a wonderful celebration of the union of two people incredibly special to me then and even more special to me now.  The man who married these two souls (called Erik and Karen, for those of you keeping score at home), used this metaphor to illustrate the idea of patience. That image remained with me, resurfacing again and again over the years, gaining depth of meaning for me. Here, with apologies to anyone involved on that day, I have made it my own. Hope you enjoy.

Much as you want to

you mustn’t.

Wrest the petals,

force them open,

and you’ll bruise

fragile silken pistils.

·

Much as you cannot

you must.

Wait very patiently,

allow water to

wander up the stem,

fatten the bud.

·

Much as you can

you shall

abide an agenda

set by the sun

whose warm whispers

coax her unfurling.

Danielle is an active participant in a poetry community to which I belong. When I read this poem, I was completely charmed and certainly its message is relevant to all of us “in the bardo”  … and who among us is not? With Danielle’s permission her poem is posted here. For more of Danielle Mari’s fine poetry, visit her at her poetry blog, Mission Improvisational. J.D.

Photo credit – Brunhilde Reinig, Public Domain Pictures.net.

Posted in Jamie Dedes, Poems/Poetry

IT’S WINTER

IT’S WINTER

by

Jamie Dedes

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No illusions, no illusions, no lies, no softening of the truth,

no tears, no bargains, though sun shines and birds sing,

Winter is here, I know.

Winter is too crisp and sharp to invite either love or lechery,

and those men, husbands and lovers, see through it to seasons

young and not so inclined to ponder as one man complained,

while I watched the grass die, the leaves dry, the earth harden,

cold winds blowing over the graves that house our bodies.

And I being me was always asking

“Why”

Once Spring danced like wild flowers in the wind,

held dew and promise and smiled like a well-fed babe.

It hadn’t heard the word defeat and didn’t know hate or anger.

Spring liked to play, to romp, to sing and

she hung her question on a tree to ripen –

“Why”

Summer took itself seriously, was wide-eyed with longing, sizzling in the sun.

It wore a red dress and the champagne happiness of a husband and baby

and bravado because Summer is young and youth is bold,

a silver bell that rings and rings and never stops.

Too much is not enough and yet – a tremulous

“Why”

Autumn gently smiled, like Da Vinci’s lady, and danced old dances,

reminisced Begin the Beguine, stepping lightly on brown leaves.

It was lined with gold and muted silks, remembered is manners,

nodded wisely, spoke sagaciously , and was a might too profound.

Haughty with itself, it just knew it knew

“Why”

Winter…Winter is content, sees itself in Time displaced and learned

laughter has meaning and fleshy bonds and boundaries dissolve.

A bit stiff, cold, and slow now, slowing to honor the sacred,

to say “i love you,” to say “it was good,” to say “thank you.”

Sun rise, sun set, and once dormant trees burst forth with green,

sanguine and serene, just a habit now that question

“Why”

Posted in Jamie Dedes, Poems/Poetry

RELIQUARY

RELIQUARY

by

Jamie Dedes

We flew along the freeway yesterday under

a cold coastal expanse of cerulean ceiling.

·

It reminded me of you and how we dusted

the vaults of your mind to rid them of fear

and the old lexicons of grief and guilt, the

whalebone girdles of unfounded faith and

everyday conventions, sticky and saccharine.

I thought of that one sea-green day we spent

·

under just such a sky in a land far away and

how we changed your name then and rewrote

your story to tell of oak trees instead of old times.

You sketched flowers blossoming in the dust

of a spring that promised but never delivered.

Now we don’t speak of men, but of cats with

·

their manner of keeping heart and claws intact.

We tell ourselves stories in music that resounds

in deep sleep. After all the ancient calls to

feral festivals will still and time coming when

we no longer play in margins, memories hung

on our skeletons like Spanish moss on cypress.

·

It pleases me that fissures spin into poemed reliquary

and the pink poeu de soie I wore to our prom that June.

Photo credit: Stupa (reliquary) With Pillars, Gandhara 2nd Century courtesy of PHGCOM under the terms of the GNU Free Documentation License

Posted in Spiritual Practice

ARTIST’S CREED


Video posted to YouTube by Jan Phillips.

Eckhart Tolle.

This resonates for me as I know it must for other creative beings. (Aren’t we all?) I do believe that art comes from sacred space, that doing art is a meditation, and that our art comes through us not from us.

The poem was written by Jan Phillips. Link HERE to her website.

 

Posted in Essay, Jamie Dedes

MYSTIC POET-PHILOSOPHER

Kahlil Gibran Memorial, Washington, D.C., U.S.A.

Excerpt from

THE PROPHET

by

Khalil Gibran

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And a man said, Speak to us of Self-Knowledge.
And he answered saying:
Your hearts know in silence the secrets of the days and the nights.
But your ears thirst for the sound of your heart’s knowledge.
You would know in words that which you have always known in thought.
You would touch with your fingers the naked body of your dreams.

And it is well you should.
The hidden well-spring of your soul must needs rise and run murmuring to the sea;
And the treasure of your infinite depths would be revealed to your eyes.
But let there be no scales to weigh your unknown treasure;
And seek not the depths of your knowledge with staff or sounding line.
For self is a sea boundless and measureless.

Say not, “I have found the truth,” but rather, “I have found a truth.”
Say not, “I have found the path of the soul.” Say rather, “I have met the soul walking upon my path.”
For the soul walks upon all paths.
The soul walks not upon a line, neither does it grow like a reed.
The soul unfolds itself, like a lotus of countless petals.

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The Lebanese-American artist and poet-philospher, Gibran Khalil Gibran, died on this day in 1931. He was born in 1883. He wrote in the Arabic and in English and was from the northern Lebanon town of Bsharri (the ancient name meaning “the house of Ishtar,” after the goddess Ishtar worshiped by the ancient Phoenicians). Bsharri is in the Kadisha Valley below the famed cedar forests of Lebanon. In modern times Bsharri was enclave for Maronite Christians escaping from the Ottoman Turks. Until the late 19th Century/20th Century, Aramaic* was the language of Bsharri. Its influence is still evident in the verbal inflection of its people.

Initially, The Prophet (1923, U.S.), was not well-received by critics, though it met with some success with the public. By the sixties and the counter-culture** it – and all his work – gained greater acceptance and a wider audience. As with other like spirits, Gibran is considered a mystic by some and a charlatan by others. Gibran found wisdom in the transcendent elements of all spiritual traditions he encountered, but was born into a Maronite family.

The Maronites are Eastern Catholics in communion with the Apostolic See (the seat of authority for the Catholic Church based in Rome, Italy), and followers of St. Maron, a Syrian priest of the fifth century. Also from the Aramaic speaking peoples, St Marion was a friend and contemporary of St. John Chrysostom (Turkish) and Anthony the Great (Egyptian) and led a monastic life. Before the rise of the Ottoman Empire and the subsequent Lebanese diaspora, this was the majority population in the Lebanon. 3,500,000 people practice this religion world-wide. In the United States some 200,000 are Maronite.

Maronites building a church on Mt. Lebanon, circa 1920s. Public domain photo via Wikipedia.

Video posted to YouTube by . This is a short documentary of about ten minutes.

Gibran Museum in Lebanon courtesy of Xtcrider via Wikipedia. Public domain photo.


Gibran Memorial at Copley Square in Boston, Massachusetts, U.S.A. via Wikipedia. Public domain photo.

1904 – 1930, written in Boston, New York and Paris, where Gibran studied art under Rodin.

* Aramaic, a Semitic language, was the language of Jesus and the Apostles, the literary language and the vernacular of ancient Asia Minor, Syria, Mesopotamia, and Palestine. The Peshitta texts (Old and New Testaments) were written in Aramaic and some claim they are the original New Testament documents.

**counter-culture – a cultural movement initiated mainly in the U.K. and the U.S. It spread though most of the western world between 1958  and 1974 with its peak after 1964. The counter-culture movement of the ’60s created a cultural divide mainly along age lines with youth forming a subculture questioning the social norms of the day and changing many regarding wars (especially Vietnam), sexuality, religion and spirituality, music, drugs, abortion, women’s rights, racial rights, gay/lesbian rights, free speech, environmentalism, dress codes, and so forth. It started in ’58 in London with an act of civil disobedience when students marched to ban the bomb (i.e. nuclear weapons).

Photo credit for Washington, D. C. Memorial – Gyrofrog licensed under Creative Commons ShareAlike 1.0 License.


Posted in Jamie Dedes, Poems/Poetry

SACRED CYCLE

SACRED CYCLE

by

Jamie Dedes

I wrote the first version of this a year ago. I was sitting in a Buddhist center were the children had designed a large mandala in collage to celebrate the Buddha’s birthday, which is April 8. The mandala was filled with pictures and drawings of nature scenes, the Buddha, stupas, and children at play. I was totally engaged by it with its color, movement, and imagination. The children’s mandala came together for me with the Tibetan Buddhist custom of creating mandala of colored sands, which are then blown away to remind us of the impermanence of the material world. This poem is the result. Although it has elements that are consistent with the Buddhist system, I didn’t write it as a Buddhist statement, just an imaginative one.


Is there – could it be – that there’s

more than one god, one eternity,

more than one universe, and Time

at their service, really nothing more

than a simple saffron-robed monk; a

being meditating, mediating realms

of Chaos, pulling colors and lights

and energies into lively mandala,

galaxies of air, fire, earth, blood.

·

And could it be that the blood are

uneasy souls, passing drowsy days

and nights in deep sleep, believing

dark, dank demons whispering …

“The moon never dies.”

But demons do as demons do: they lie.

·

So unready and fearful, poor souls,

when one day wind and fire stormily

march in, tramping on and through

coherence with feet deft and dusty

and in Chaos whirling and roiling,

souls passing into a renewed spin

on fate, singing desperate canticles

to nothingness, to light, to love

·

Time dons its saffron robes

sits in quiet meditation

births lively mandala

another sacred cycle begins …

Photograph of temporary sand-mandala, Drongtse Monastery, Tibet, 1993 via Wikipedia and originally posted to Flickr asamazing sand mandala by Mai Le from San Francisco, CA, USA under GNU Free Documentation License.

Posted in Jamie Dedes, Poems/Poetry

SUNDAY MORNING MIND

MY MIND ON SUNDAY MORNING

by

Jamie Dedes

So Sunday morning I’m in bed with Cleo

She wants to sleep & I get up naked at the table

Writing

And it all snaps into focus

The World inside my head & the cat outside the window

A one-to-one relationship

While I image whatever I imagine …

The Same Old Jazz by Philip Whalen from The Collected Poems of Philip Whalen.


the poet wrote and

in writing awoke

He fell one day into an

iris and drowned in the

color purple. Freedom

rose like a geyser

raining down poems,

engraving each on the

leaf of an old oak.

Photograph of Gypsy (The Cat’s Meow) courtesy of the Cityson Philosopher.

Posted in Guest Writer, Poems/Poetry

CHILDREN’S HOSPITAL

CHILREN’S HOSPITAL, WAITING ROOM

by

Rev. Bill Cook

From this side of this window-

through this glass looking

down seventeen stories  –

the world is a odd place.

.

The smell of rain

has become a distant memory.

Taxi cabs – thick bugs.

People- so much seed

scattered on a hard path.

.

Who would have thought

a tiny swish rising

through a stethoscope

could so change  everything.

.

Here we are a congregation

Of the suspended –

Inhabitants of a sanitized purgatory –

A communion of those who wait.

.

Here the priests and prophets

wear blue scrubs

and white paper masks.

.

Why, I ask, is it that your tiny heart,

no larger than your tiny hand,

should refuse to grow?

What providence has brought us here?

What karma? There is no answer

.

so we wait.

We wait for our names to be called.

We wait.

Re-blogged with the permission of Bill Cook, Poetry Matters. Bill is an Ordained Elder in the United Methodist Church, serving a wonderfully diverse congregation.

  • His church: St. Paul UMC, Willingboro NJ.
  • BA. English Lit., Rutger’s, the State University, New Brunswick NJ.
  • M Div. New Brunswick Theological Seminary New Brunswick NJ.
  • D Min. Wesley Theological Seminary, Washington DC.

Although Bill’s had a life long love of reading poetry, he’s relatively new to writing and publishing it. In addition to his poetry blog, Poetry Matters, he has three other blogs that address spritual matters. Most recently his poem Lost was picked up for publication by a regional poetry magazine.

Posted in Jamie Dedes, Poems/Poetry

DONE

DONE

by

Jamie Dedes

I watched it all over my friend’s dear shoulder,

that day of living and dying and celebrating

like a garden snake the shedding of the skin,

the detritus of material man with its hunger and

wild, woody creative soul, sketching ruby-jeweled

memories in sand to be blown like a Tibetan mandala

across Timelessness while he, lone monk, gripped

by systems on systems of hospital wiring, billing,

approvals, and laws around funerals and burials,

estates, plans, and proposals for headstones and

the where, when, and how of a memorial service,

the left-overs of his life to be sorted, stashed, stored

or sent  to the right people in the right places. Done!

… as though there had been nothing. No one.

♥♥♥♥

NOT DONE YET

* Dedicated to Group *

A Chinese advertisement based on a true story.

Inspiring. Give it a chance. I don’t think you’ll regret the time.

Thanks Laurel! 🙂

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Posted in Spiritual Practice, Teachers

A LAMP UNTO YOURSELF

BE A LAMP UNTO YOURSELF

From

Joseph Goldstein in The Experience of Light

As the Buddha was dying, Ananda asked

who would be their teacher after death.

He replied to his disciples

“Be lamps unto yourselves.

Be refuges unto yourselves.

Take yourself no external refuge.

Hold fast to the truth as a lamp.

Hold fast to the truth as a refuge

Look not for a refuge in anyone besides yourselves.

And those, Ananda, who either now or after I am dead,

Shall be a lamp unto themselves,

Shall betake themselves as no external refuge,

But holding fast to the turn as their lamp,

Holding fast to the truth as their refuge,

shall not look for refuge to anyone else besides themselves.

It is they who shall reach to the very topmost height;

But the must be anxious to learn.”

♥ ♥ ♥ ♥

TEACHER

Joseph Goldstein has been leading insight and loving-kindness meditation retreats worldwide since 1974. He is a cofounder of the Insight Meditation Society in Barre, Massachusetts, where he is one of the organization’s guiding teachers. In 1989, together with several other teachers and students of insight meditation, he helped establish the Barre Center for Buddhist Studies. MORE

The Experience of Insight

The Standing Buddha above is courtesy of The Buddha Gallery.com.

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Posted in Essay, Teachers

THERAVADA SPIRITUALITY

THERVADA SPIRITUALITY IN THE WEST

by

Gil Fonsil

While the Western contact and study of the Theravāda tradition goes back to the earliest Christian missionaries in Sri Lanka in the sixteenth century and to European scholars in the early nineteenth century, the beginning of popular Western interest in and inspiration from Southeast Asian Buddhism began around 1870. Since that time there has been two peaks in this interest: the first, from 1870 to 1912 and the second, a century later from 1970 to the present. The former was characterized primarily by an intellectual orientation as Europeans and Americans found in the early Buddhist texts preserved by the contemporary Theravāda tradition an attractive alternative to Western religious beliefs. In contrast, the current upsurge in interest centers predominantly around religious praxis, with specific practices attaining great popularity sometimes completely divorced from the doctrinal and religious context of the Southeast Asian Theravāda tradition(s). At the same time however, an influx of immigrants from Theravāda countries, especially to the United States, has resulted in the presence of numerous Thai, Burmese and Sri Lankan temples that replicate the cultural forms of Theravāda Buddhism of their respective home countries. Most of these ethnic temples created since 1970 have had little impact outside of their respective ethnic constituencies.

With the exception of the partially westernized Sri Lankan missionary Anagārika Dharmapāla (1864 – 1933; discussed below), Theravāda Buddhism has mostly been introduced to the West by westerners. As can be expected, the importation of Theravāda Buddhism to the West has involved a selection, translation and adaptation process as westerners defined the tradition for themselves. What has been most fascinating about this process is that the twentieth century Theravāda Buddhism that many westerners are encountering in Southeast Asia has been profoundly changed by the nineteenth century Asian contact with the West and with Western interpretations of Buddhism. MORE [Insight Meditation Center, Redwood City, California, USA]

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Teacher

Gil Fronsdal is the primary teacher for the Insight Meditation Center in Redwood City, California; he has been teaching since 1990. He has practiced Zen and Vipassana in the U.S. and Asia since 1975. He was a Theravada monk in Burma in 1985, and in 1989 began training with Jack Kornfield to be a Vipassana teacher. Gil teaches at Spirit Rock Meditation Center where he is part of its Teachers Council.

Gil was ordained as a Soto Zen priest at the San Francisco Zen Center in 1982, and in 1995 received Dharma Transmission from Mel Weitsman, the abbot of the Berkeley Zen Center. He is currently serving on the SF Zen Center Elders’ Council.

Gil has an undergraduate degree in agriculture from U.C. Davis where he was active in promoting the field of sustainable farming. In 1998 he received a PhD in Religious Studies from Stanford University studying the earliest developments of the bodhisattva ideal. He is the author of The Issue at Hand, essays on mindfulness practice, and the translator of The Dhammapada, published by Shambhala Publications.

You may listen to Gil’s talks on Audio Dharma.

The Buddha illustration is courtesy of The Buddha Gallery. If you click on the photograph, you will link to a detailed description.

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Posted in Teachers

TIBETAN NEW YEAR

Tibetan New Year, Losar

The celebration of the Losar dates back to before Buddhism was brought to the Tibetan plateau, when most people practiced the Bon religion. At this time winter ceremonies were held to offer incense and religious poems or prayers to calm the local spirits and deities. These religious rites evolved into a Buddhist festival probably during the reign of Pude Gungyal, ninth King of Tibet.

According to folklore, the change began when a woman named Belma introduced the concept of measuring time according to the phases of the moon. It may have originally been more of a farmers’ festival as the earlier accounts of celebration focus on harvest, cultivation, and healthy crops.

It is also at this time when the Dalai Lama and the government make a point of consulting the Nechung Oracle to see what the future may hold in store for Tibet. MORE [Wikipedia]

Tibetan New Year began this year on March 5. Traditionally it was celebrated for fifteen days. In modern times, it is celebrated for just three days. We honor the holiday in solidarity with Tibetan Buddhists around the world. Despite the sad fact of Tibetan diaspora, the Dalai Lama continues to be an inspiration for his compassionate guidance and optimism. From whom could we better learn the lesson of Optimism in the Face of Adversity? Enjoy the video and happy new year to all.

Video posted to YouTube by .

♥ ♥ ♥ ♥

May all sentient beings have happiness and the causes of happiness.

May all sentient beings be free from suffering and the causes of suffering.

May all sentient beings never be separated from the happiness that is free from suffering.

May all sentient beings abide in equanimity, free from attachment and anger that holds some close and other distant.

Tenzin Gyatzo, His Holiness, The Fourteenth Dalai Lama,

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Red bow

 

Posted in Buddhism, Teachers

BUDDHIST GOBAL RELIEF

Bhikkhu Bodhi (b. 1944)

Born and raised in New York City, Bhikkhu Bodhi lived as a monk in Sri Lanka for almost twenty-four years, eighteen of them as the editor for the Buddhist Publication Society in Kandy. He now lives at Chuang Yen Monasterynear Carmel, New York. Ven. Bodhi has many important publications to his credit, either as author, translator, or editor, including The Middle Length Discourses of the Buddha (Majjhima Nikaya, 1995) and The Connected Discourses of the Buddha (Samyutta Nikaya, 2000). A full translation of the Anguttara Nikaya is nearing completion. In 2008 he founded Buddhist Global Relief, which provides relief from poverty and hunger among impoverished communities worldwide. He was recently appointed to serve on a global task force charged with preparing a framework on interfaith collaboration on poverty alleviation, health, and development.

BUDDHIST GLOBAL RELIEF

by

Jamie Dedes

I was fortunate recently to attend a daylong program exploring traditional and contemporary approaches to Socially Applied Buddhism. The program was lead by Bhikkhu Bodhi, founder of Buddhist Global Relief (BGR), an inter-denominational organization of Buddhists and friends of Buddhism. I like what this organization is doing. My appreciation is not just for the social issues it addresses, which are dear to my heart, but for the way it is implementing its program.

BGR limits its administrative costs. Everyone who works for BGR does so as a volunteer. BGR efficiently partners with international, regional, and religious organizations. Funding and services are not dependent on Buddhist affiliation and BGR does not proselytize. (I have yet to see a Buddhist organization that does.) All religions are respected. Those efforts and organizations that receive funding from BGR are fully vetted to ensure that BGR funds directly serve the people for whom they are intended.

Almost daily I am awed by the enormity of the suffering that assails human beings on every continent, and even more by the hard truth that so much of this suffering springs not from the vicissitudes of impersonal nature but from the fires of greed, hatred, and delusion raging in the human heart. Challenge to Buddhists by Ven. Bhikkhu Bodhi

BGR has funded sustainable and emergency food programs and education programs in venues throughout the world including: Afganistan and Pakistan, South Africa, Cambodia, and Vietnam. It is also working here at home, a first world country with shamefully growing hunger issues. BGR’s first and current project here in the States is Garden Harvest‘s Adopt-a-Plot Program,which seeks to find the means to provided our over-stressed emergency food agencies with a way to ensure a reliable supply of quality food. Currently that pilot project is being implemented in Maryland and Pennsylvania. The hope is that it will prove effective and provide a model to be implemented around the country.

If you are looking for an organization to which you might make a donation that will really go to work, I recommend this one as worthy of consideration. Buddhist Global Relief is a 501 (c) (3) organizations and gifts are deductible to the extent allowable in the U.S. under IRS legislation.

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