Urban Retreat – and now it’s Friday!

The week has been going very quickly… albeit punctuated by lovely things. We did our last early morning meditation at the Buddhist Centre this morning, chanting the Refuges & Precepts and hearing the reading about the Buddha from the translation of the Ti Ratana Vandana. Yesterday we had one of Manjusvara’s poems (“Ghazal (Buddha)”) which includes the line…”A golden thread/ of sympathy connecting us through all darkness.” This line had come into my head when I was awake on Monday night after our shrine dedication ceremony at which Manjusvara read a poem he’d written specially for the occasion.

By Wednesday evening I was finding that my joy of earlier in the week had changed into a feeling of sadness, grief even. Or maybe sorrow. All sorts of reasons including the approaching 10th anniversary of Mum’s death. It was interesting to notice that I was less keen to report this on this blog than my earlier joy. The line of Blake’s came to mind “joy and pain are woven fine, clothing for the soul divine”…. so here it is. The Urban Retreat has encompassed highs and lows. I have been especially enjoying meeting up regularly to practice and have found the (considerable) number of things I’d planned to do alone haven’t all materialised! There is a limit to how much I can fit into a dinner hour (so planned walking and reflection got a bit squidged out!) and today I decided to stay in Bristol and see friends rather than head off to Bath for an “Artist’s Date” (a la Artist’s Way by Julia Cameron).

I’ve done a bit of knitting today (yes, that was in my retreat plan!) tho perhaps not as much reflecting as I’d planned! (And not sure at all where the spontaneous need to have my shaggy mop of hair trimmed fits into being on retreat….. Oh, OK, it doesn’t at all!)

So the “sorrow” mentioned earlier did lead me to early-morning reading of Rilke whilst I drank my mug of tea in bed before heading off on Miranda to the Buddhist Centre. I tend to feel it’s a bit of a sin to quote disembodied chunks of Rilke, but will do it anyway….. (from the Tenth Elegy)

“How we squander our hours of pain.
How we gaze beyond them into the bitter duration
to see if they have an end. Though they are really
our winter-enduring foliage, our dark evergreen,
one season in our inner year -, not only a season
in time-, but are place and settlement, foundation and soil and home.”

Well, my “winter-enduring foliage” seems to be turning again and I’m looking forward to our second day retreat together tomorrow…

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Urban Retreat – Tuesday Already!

A hasty blog before scooting off with Sal for our weekly study group at Jvalamalini’s. Well, we’ve had two early morning sits so far… the morning has felt very early (esp today when I overslept, and although staying nearby had to rush down the hill and round the corner!) but it’s been lovely to gather before it’s light – five of us yesterday, six today… to meditate. And yesterday evening we had the added bonus of the dedication of our beautiful new ash-wood shrine at the Monday night class. The shrine has been made to accompany our big painting of Shakyamuni by Aloka and they look really beautiful together. As part of the dedication, we chanted the Shakyamuni mantra, which resonated with our Urban Retreat, as Shakyamuni is our “companion” for this. Sitting in the full shrine room with the Sangha last night I had such a feeling of warmth and contentment and connection. I had the image of being like a spirit level whose bubble is in the middle at last.

By this morning and my hasty nip down the hill, the feeling had changed (of course!) but it was great to be together again practising, so soon after the night before. On Sunday, Vandika had reminded me of another William Stafford poem which again evokes the theme of following a thread (see below), so that’s what we had as our reading this morning:

The Way It Is

There’s a thread you follow. It goes among
things that change. But it doesn’t change.
People wonder about what you are pursuing.
You have to explain about the thread.
But it is hard for others to see.
While you hold it you can’t get lost.
Tragedies happen; people get hurt
or die; and you suffer and get old.
Nothing you do can stop time’s unfolding.
You don’t ever let go of the thread.

William Stafford

Another enjoyable highlight of the Urban Retreat for me, so far, has been walking to St Georges on Sunday night and chanting Shakyamuni mantras and counting off the beads on my mala as I walked. Half a mala there and half a mala back. Very satisfying and the combination of chanting, walking and mantra seemed to evoke Shakyamuni very strongly for me…..

Anyone reading this who knows (and even those of you who don’t know) my dear friend Amarapuspa, please send her metta. She’s at home in New York looking after both her parents who are very sick – and her father now critically so. I invited her to be with us in spirit on the Urban Retreat.

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Urban Retreat Begins – the first 24 hours!

Well, we began! Chittamani, Pranjamati, Debbie, Hannah and Satyalila spent Saturday exploring what it is to be on retreat and exploring what we’re each going to do this week in order to manifest “retreatness” in our lives. We looked at “The Five Forces” (The Force of Motivation, The Force of Familiarisation, The Force of the White Seed, The Force of Destruction and the Force of Aspirational Prayer) and completed retreat diaries, ending with a dedication ceremony to dedicate the week, including winding golden thread around our wrists ritually, as a reminder that we’re on retreat this week..

Each morning Chittamani, Pranjamati and Satyalila will be meditating at the Buddhist Centre from 7 am and anyone is welcome to come and join. We’ll aim to finish by 8 am and have a spot of breakfast before heading our various ways at 8.30. We’re planning to be at the Centre on Monday evening for the dedication of the new shrine, too.

I really enjoyed the first day and came home tired but inspired and re-made my shrine with a lovely piece of sky-blue linen I found in an Oxfam shop for 30p, installed a golden candle and flowers to remind me about following the “golden thread” of the retreat. I hung some prayer flags outside my door and inside my flat and put some little reminders around on mirrors and windows about the retreat. I also painted myself a rainbow-coloured plan for each day (taken from my diary) to remind me about what I was intending to do.

So far (day two, Sunday) I’m really enjoying it. Chanted when I woke up, wrote some “morning pages” while I drank my tea and had a longish meditation. Later I went for a walk round the docks.

When we were talking on Saturday, we were exploring the dimension of “aspirational prayer” (something some people find quite challenging on account of its christian associations). One image we used was of “aspirational prayer” as a kind of grappling hook which we put out in the direction in which we want to travel… the golden thread can link to this and it can help us to move forward in the way that we want to.

While we were talking I remembered a poem of William Stafford’s which is in the collection of his poetry which Manjusvara published, called “Holding onto the Grass”. There’s an essay at the front of this by Robert Bly about William Stafford’s own “take” on the golden thread and he says, “[Stafford] believed that whenever you set a detail down in language, it became the end of a thread… and every detail – the sound of the lawn mower, the memory of your father’s hands, a crack you once heard in lake ice, the jogger hurtling herself past your window – will lead to amazing riches. William Blake said,

I give you the end of a golden string,
Only wind it into a ball,
It will lead you in at Heaven’s gate
Built in Jerusalem’s wall.

“I asked Stafford one day, “Do you believe that every golden sthread will lead us through Jerusalem’s wall, or do you love particular threads?” He replied, “No, every thread.”

I love this. It may sound like it’s all getting even more christian, and what’s that got to do with a Buddhist Urban Retreat… but I do think that Stafford’s take on the golden thread applies to

    all

our spiritual practice. It’s most commonly and familiarly expressed in Zen, but engage fully with any detail of everyday life and it can lead you to freedom….

So I wanted to put up the poem I mentioned a bit earlier, which is kind of about this and the whole aspirational prayer/grace aspect.

Grace Abounding

Air crowds into my cell so considerately
that the jailer forgets this kind of gift
and thinks I’m alone. Such unnoticed largesse
smuggled by day floods over me,
or here come grass, turns in the road,
a branch or stone significantly strewn
where it wouldn’t need to be.

Such times abide for a pilgrim, who all through
a story or a life may live in grace, that blind
benevolent side of even the fiercest world,
and might – even in oppression or neglect -
not care if it’s friend or enemy, caught up
in a dance where no one feels need or fear:

I’m saved in this big world by unforeseen
friends, or times when only a glance
from a passenger beside me, or just the tired
branch of a willow inclining toward earth,
may teach me how to join earth and sky.

William Stafford

Must hop as have to eat my tea (slowly and mindfully, of course!) before going to steward a jazz piano concert at St Georges with Uri Caine.

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Urban Retreat in Bristol 20-27 January 2007

Tomorrow morning, 8 of us are going to begin an Urban Retreat, right here in the middle of Bristol, in the middle of our everyday lives. We’re going to practise together at the Buddhist Centre in the mornings, at home and in our places of work with the particular emphasis that comes with being on retreat. One way of defining a retreat is “practising for an agreed period of time, within a held and created space. A retreat can be a mandala (sacred space) in time.”

I’ve been inspired by the idea of practising in the heart of the city for years. For almost 6 years I lived and worked in Croydon with Buddhist friends, living a kind of “semi-monastic” lifestyle right in there among the highrise blocks and flyover. I’ve always loved the idea of the extraordinary happening in the midst of the ordinary.

A couple of books fed me with images for living this kind of life in the city. The first one I came across was a biography of Issan (Tommy) Dorsey who became Abbot of San Francisco’s Zen Centre – the one founded by Suzuki-roshi. There was an image in it of him, right at the start of his Buddhist path (and having been a drag queen, junkie and alcholic, as the book blurb says) when he and his friends decide to go the Zen Center….

“Tommy had been to Sokoji Temple once before, accompanying Grant on an inspection of San Francisco’s spiritual high spots. He’d heard Joel’s tale of Suzuki-roshi and the magical Heart Sutra; he’d done sessions of what he thought of as meditation, and he’d even seen Suzuki-roshi at the famed Haight-Ashbury Human Be-In, but he’d never put it all together.

“So off I went barefoot, patched pants, long hair. We got up an hour before you were supposed to be there; me, Mickey, and James used to come with us sometimes too. We’d get up in the morning, have a cup of coffee, smoke a joint, and go off to the Sokoji Temple to sit. We were living at Mickey’s house in the Haight then. It was a long walk, and it was freezing cold, but we’d get up and walk in the cold. It was like we were flagellating ourselves. We probably could have figured it out better.”

Mickey recalls that even after arriving, there was more figuring to do: “We went to the temple, and we went in there, and went up along the little balcony. I says, ‘Well, what do we do?’ I’ll never forget this – Tommy says, ‘Well, let’s do what they’re doing.’ I said, ‘Well, they’re just facing the wall,’ so he says, ‘Well then, let’s face the wall.’ I said, ‘Okay, seems simple enough to me,’ That’s how we started with Buddhism.”

But the reason these two shriven yet unsavory hippies were whispering at 5:00 am about a practice that neither of them knew – the reason, in fact, that anyone at all was sitting in the balcony of the Sokoji Temple facing the wall – was a quiet, humble and extraordinarily potent Zen teacher called Suzuki-roshi, who himself rose at that hour to sit with his disciples in the meditation known as zazen.”

(From “Street Zen, The Life and Work of Issan Dorsey” by David Schneider, pub Shambala)

The other book is also a biography and of another Zen practitioner, the famous
American writing teacher, Natalie Goldberg. Her experience of retreat in the city wasn’t a week – it was a hundred day training period…

Every fall and spring Zen Center offered a hundred-day training period, which meant being at the zendo every morning except Sunday at four-thirty A.M.. The students who signed up took turns each morning to talk from fourt-thirty to five on a given topic. Then we sat for two periods, chanted, cleaned the zendo and left by eight A.M. to go to our jobs in the world. We returned at seven P.M. for two sitting periods before we went home to sleep. The training also required being at the zendo every Saturday, all day, sitting a weekend sessin once a month, and at least one seven-day sessin during the hundred days.

After being at Zen Centre a year and a half, I signed up for a training period in the fall. Getting up at four A.M. every morning to get to the zendo by half past was one of the hardest things I’d ever done and one of the most secretive, deep, wild and scary. I’d rarely wakened at four except to turn over and go back to sleep. And there I was doing it every day. I found a pocket o fdarkness I’d never known before and it felt like it was all mine. The people in the houses I walked past were all asleep and therewas rarely a car on the street. The traffic signal blinked red, then gree, then yellow for no one. Down the alleys I’d grown to love, behind people’s houses along their backyards, I’d walk on solid ice in weather well below zero as we moved into late November and December and I was wrapped i nmore and more clothes against the wind chill that was no longer just the news announcer’s term; I was experiencing it with everything in me. During that training period, I entered another part of my life, something that was always there, but usually I was asleep when it was happening. Now I and fourteen other Zen students carried our unconscious minds still raw from having wakened in the middle of our dreams and sat on black zafus in the white-walled room lit by a candle, the smoke of incense wafting by, watching our minds and feeling our breath.”
(from “Long Quiet Highway, Waking up in America” by Natalie Goldberg, pub.Bantam)

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Branded

Slumberdown Quilt
99 Tea
Mc Vities Rich Tea Biscuits
Hovis
Anchor Butter
Robinson’s Marmalade
Marmite
Camay Soap (or was it Lux?)
(Steradent on the shelf)
Sure
Clarks Shoes
M & S Knickers
(Persil Washing Powder)
Kleenex Tissues
Adidas Bag
Peter Storm Kagoul.

Roberts Radio
(12.00 News)
Fray Bentos Steak and Kidney Pud
99 Tea

Marmite Doorstep
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(Newsround,
Blue Peter,
Crossroads,
6 0 Clock News)
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(Emmerdale Farm,
Coronation Street,
World in Action,
Panorama,
9 O Clock News)
Nescafe
Mc Vities Ginger Nuts
(The Sweeney,
News at Ten)
99 Tea
Colebright
Lux (or was it Camay?)
Slumberdown Quilt

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Full Moon Spoon

Jostled in a mug with other spoons,
This one – of hall-marked silver – came to hand.
I felt the fine-boned curves,
Its crazed bowl, bright with years of use,
The bottom flat, the edges thin as sharpened knives.
It was delicate as the form of a tiny bird.

Tonight, as I sat chanting,
I brought my palms together, cupped,
My bent thumbs touching, space for air inside,
and felt the memory of that shape arise.

It was as if it then took wing,
rose gently on the shining waves of sound,
and lifted, changing, skimming out of reach.

Full Moon Day
January 2007

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Diamonds, Pearls and Constance Spry

All the wet diamonds of Wales,
slung like light along the hedgerows.

Plaited rivulets of water
glossing down the road,

they splay out, spread and twisted
by twig and mud and lichen.

The Constance Spry arrangement
in a fallen, rotting log:

green moss and fern
and brownshine fallen leaf.

Wet chestnut leaf-mold
rotting by the road

And strings of pearls,
of fairy lights

hanging from bare twigs, bright
against the misty grey December hills.

29/12/06

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The Gift of Time and Energy

My friend, Alokada, asked me to give this short talk at the National Order Weekend at Padmaloka in December 2006. “Time and Energy” is definitely one of my “themes” or “things” and another friend, Mokshadakini, asked me, the day before, how I felt about giving a talk on something I’ve got in a pickle with so much with over the years – and lately in particular. I pondered this and it occurred to me that there would be many friends in the room when I gave the talk who had helped me wrestle with this.. ie how to do all I aspire to do, without “overdoing” it. (I actually counted up about 12 people present who fell into this category!) I pondered the question quite a bit when I should have been meditating and again, later, as I circumnambulated Dhardo Rimpoche’s stupa outside the shrine room. In the end a word came to me. It was “unrepentent”… and then a wonderful quote from Mary Oliver (who was actually writing about her engagement with poetry) came to mind. The quote was “I have wrestled with the angel and I am stained with light and I have no shame.” So I guess this is a talk on work that is very much still in progress and will be.

In preparing the talk, I came across a mitra project on this very theme which I did 10 years ago and in it, there was this quote…

“Philosophers have explained space. They have not explained time. It is the inexplicable raw material of everything. With it, all is possible; without it, nothing. The supply of time is truly a daily miracle, an affair truly astonishing when one examines it. You wake up in the morning, and lo! your purse is magically filled with 24 hours of the unmanufactured tissue of the universe of your life! It is yours. It is the most precious of possessions. A highly singular commodity, showered upon you in a manner as singular as the commodity itself!
For remark! No one can take it from you. It is unstealable. And no one receives either more or less than you receive.
Talk about an ideal democracy! In the realm of time there is no aristocracy of wealth, and no aristocracy of intellect. Genius is not rewarded by even an extra hour a day. And there is no punishment. Waste your infinitely precious commodity as much as you will, and the supply will never be withheld from you… Moreover, you cannot draw on the future. Impossible to get into debt! You can only waste the passing moment. You cannot waste tomorrow; it is kept for you. You cannot waste the next hour; it is kept for you.”

This was the famous novelist Arnold Bennett writing in 1908 in his little book “How to live on 24 hours a day” which I found in a second hand bookshop on the Isle of Wight in 1995. [I discovered you can download this book for free now from www.gutenberg.org]

If you think about it, we can’t literally GIVE time or energy, but our attitude towards both has a huge effect on our ability to give other things. The nub of this issue, it seems to me, is whether we feel we have enough time and energy to enable us to give the other gifts like fearlessness, education and, of course, the Dharma.

Now, interestingly, in Vision and Transformation Bhante chose to describe “Time, energy and thought” as one of the gifts of the Bodhisattva in place of the more traditional “merit”. I suspect this may have been a shrewd kind of skilful means – however much of a beginner one is, one can relate to the idea of time and energy. Indeed, in our culture we can be perhaps a bit preoccupied with the fact that we don’t have enough of either!

When I did the mitra project on this very theme ten years ago, I seached for quotes on both time and energy from traditional Buddhist sources and also from western culture. It was interesting to find that that there was a lot about energy (and not much about time!) in the traditional sources, whereas it was quite the reverse in, say the Oxford Dictionary of Quotations, which gives more than 3 columns-worth of entries for time and a measly 4 entries to energy.

In “Altruism and Individualism in the Spiritual Life” Bhante defines “what can be given” as “whatever we can possess” – which is an interesting one to ponder.

Part of learning to practise effectively is learning what conditions we need to set up in order to enable us to do and be what we aspire to do and be – on, indeed, to give what we aspire to give. Bhante describes generosity as “the basic Buddhist virtue” and has at some point re-cast the bodhisattva vow in terms of “giving what we can, when we can”…..

Time and energy are related. How we think/feel about our time can affect our energy and motivation profoundly. There are so many ways of stretching and expanding our ideas about time and this can have a huge and exciting effect on our energy – and our capacity to GIVE. (Because we can only truly give from a sense of abundance).

The basic and fundamental issue with both time and energy is our tendency to see both as finite. This can be very demotivating!

We need to understand a balance (for practical purposes) between

·(a)the need to recognise that mundane time and energy are finite so that we don’t squander them. (“This opportune moment is extremely hard to meet….”)

and at the same time…

(b)the need to keep in touch with the aspect of eternity and limitless energy which is represented by the transcendental so that we really believe we can transcend ourselves and our limitations (perhaps over many lifetimes!).

I remember years ago Khemajoti telling me a story about Anjali on one of the Tuscany retreats who was very busy that year with quite a number of women to ordain. Khemajoti asked her how she was managing to keep giving so much time and energy to so many women. She said that for half an hour each day she lay on her bed and imagined she was on solitary retreat…. For her, at that time, that seemed to do the trick! That’s stayed with me for years and I find it very inspiring.

I did ask Anjali if she minded me telling you this. She said it was fine, although she doubted that other people would find it that inspiring. She added that this hadn’t really been an ideal situation, but that it was simply a means to respond to what needed doing. (And it occurred to me that many of us might not be here now, were it not for people like Anjali being able to do things like that!)

Thinking more about our relationship to time and I was struck by the irony of the idea of time management. Actually we can’t manage time. It’s kind of obvious, really, but in fact we can only manage ourselves within time… It might seem like semantics but actually I think it’s an important point. (And it’s interesting to speculate about whether there’d be such a good take up if time management courses were called something like self-management or even perhaps self-discipline!)

So the next thing I want to talk about is the fact that it’s never too late!

I feel as if “it’s too late” was one of the mantras of my childhood – not just that whenever I wanted to start a game of Monopoly it was decreed to be “too late in the evening” but a general feeling of “oh, it’s not worth it now” or “maybe another day”. As is often the way with these things from childhood, I’ve railed against this way of seeing things for 30 years and one of the things I love about the Dharma is the sense that it’s NEVER too late, there is always SOMETHING that one can do (or give!) and that this will have an effect.

We could see this as one useful function of the traditional Buddhist teaching on rebirth… that actually we have lifetimes and lifetimes in which to practise so we needn’t worry, from that point of view about running out of time if we are practising wholeheartedly and creating the conditions for a positive rebirth. We’re not going to run out road… if we just keep practising in the right way, more and more of it will roll out in front of us. So in that sense, there is no shortage of time.

Another perspective on “it’s never too late” is that passage from the Dhammapada (Ch 8 (The Thousands) v 112)….

Better it is to live one day strenuous and resolute than to live a hundred years sluggish and dissipated.

or Bhante’s translation:

Better than a hundred years lived lazily and with inferior energy is one single day lived with energy aroused and fortified.

I think that something that profoundly affects our ability to give is a feeling that “it’s not really worth it” or “it won’t make that much difference”…. all those demotivating things which make a thousand or ten thousand of us all keep our pound coins in our pockets whereas one of from each of us could have a significant effect if we put them all together.

But I seem to have strayed into the language of money (again!) and my brief was time and energy. So I’ve quote the Dhammapada and now I want to quote something from a very contemporary, management-speak source, which is another thing I really love and find very motivating (and because we’re Western Buddhists we can have both simultaneously!)

It’s called the Pareto Principle – or the 80/20 rule and many of you are probably familiar with it. Pareto was an economist and he found that it had been proven time and again, in all sorts of business situations, that 80% of our result comes from 20% of our time and efforts. I find that hugely motivating. Rather than fretting about all those hours and hours in which I might have been constructive, engaged and generous, but was not, I can, instead, focus my energies on at least getting my act together for 20% of the time. If I can really do that THEN I can still have a big effect. There is always something we can do, always some way we can give. Even if we think it’s too late and we’ve not much to give. Even if it’s a simple thank you…

When I was part of the team running the wholefood shop in Croydon we decided one year to send out thank you cards to everyone who’d helped us out during the year as a volunteers. There was one person who’d come in just once and done a couple of hours to help us out one lunchtime. We wrote her a thank you card. As a result of this she got back in touch with us and came and helped out pretty much EVERY Saturday lunchtime for the next year – and at that time we really needed that help. So the fact that we put some time and energy into saying “thank you” had a disproportionately positive result for us. In return, Jane was very generous to us volunteering every Saturday lunchtime, even tho’ she worked full time all week.

A year or two later she was still volunteering but then for various reasons needed to leave her job. As a result of her volunteering, she ended up working full time for a whole year or two in the shop at a time when she really needed work… (and the shop really needed staff!)

So to recap. As I said at the start, it’s a bit ironic but if you look at it literally then we can’t actually given ANYONE time or energy. But on the other hand if we don’t feel we have enough of both, it can be almost impossible to give anything many other things.

I wanted to end with my favourite quote from Dhardo Rimpoche:

“People feel that life is short. Because of this, instead of working for others, they just try to acquire wealth for themselves. If we live in this way, we become isolated. Our lives become like bubbles on the surface of water. But people can be inspired by action. [Which we might understand in this context as energy, or virya] If they see something is happening, they start to give… If you work hard in the right way, it will spread like light.”

Satyalila
November 2006

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Family Handkerchiefs

These eight white hankies – first
I placed them in a pan with bleach
and boiled them back towards the sort of
white my mother’d have approved.

Next I wrung and hung them out
so the sun could whiten, dry them
into starchy, crumpled flags. Then brought
them in – that crisp, outdoorsy smell!

At home, I’d use the ironing board
with its own seat, its bendy cable guard
and the green plastic washing basket
set on a chair, before the dresser

This evening, as I ironed, the letters
on the corners (red and blue), had brought
to mind my relatives. My Uncle,
George (his “G” in red, the fabric frayed,

its texture soft as soft). I pressed it square
and folded – once, twice, thrice. Then came
to Aunty Con’s – both C & M she’d had –
Constance Mary, sister of William George.

Years have washed away the inked-in
“C” and “B” she’d added, (either side of “M”,
her Mother’s name) to claim the hankie as her own.
I pressed and folded and piled. Then I got to “B”

(my sister’s ex). Why keep that one? His story –
standing in the engine room, a mate with something
in his eye. Grey, oily handkerchief produced,
unfolded – perfectly white inside.

I pressed and folded and piled. Then did
the “plain” ones – one with holes, the two
with patterned borders and the one
whose stain I never can remove

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The Noble Eightfold Path

This is the unedited script of a talk which I wrote for a beginners’ course which Bahiya ran at the Bristol Buddhist Centre in September 2006

It’s been great to be given the opportunity to look again – and look further – into this really fundamental teaching of the Buddha. One of the things I love about spiritual practise is that you don’t just do something and head on to the next thing…. there is a richness and depth in re-visiting the familiar, going deeper with it and understanding with more and more of oneself over a period of years.

Last week Kamalamani talked about the Four Noble Truths. The Four Noble Truths and the Noble Eightfold Path are inextricably linked:

There is suffering
There is a cause of suffering
There is an end to suffering
There is a way leading to the end of suffering.

Now last week you perhaps began to get a glimpse that on one level the teaching of the Buddha is simple. Very simple. And yet on another level, it’s not simple at all! When you start really to look into what’s being said, what it means for you, when you start really to question for yourself what you are being taught, it’s maybe not so straight forward as you thought. That’s fine! There’s a traditional story from which we have a kind of saying that the teaching of the Buddha is so simple that a child of 3 could understand it, yet an old person of 80 cannot put it into practice.

I’m saying all this by way of preamble because when I talk about the Noble Eightfold Path you will discover right at the start that there are some seeming contradictions. This is a good thing so look out for it and value it. It’s the contradictions and the questions that are like grit in the oyster of our spiritual practice – so I hope you have lots of questions.

Path or Flower?

Now the very first thing to say about the Noble Eightfold Path is that if you just think of it as a path to get you from A to B then you’re missing out. In the original Sanskrit it is called the arya-astangika-marga.
arya means noble or holy
asta means eight
marga means path

but anga actually means limb, member or even shoot.

So if you hear “Noble Eightfold Path” you might get an image – as someone said recently in our study group – of a lovely yellow brick road leading off over the horizon towards enlightenment. Now this can be helpful – I’ve always quite liked the idea of the spiritual life as a journey, but it can also cause problems if one gets too literal with it. At times I’ve got so caught up in the idea of “getting somewhere” on this yellow brick road that I’ve felt like I was battling my way up the north face of the Eiger with gritted teeth. At such times it can be good to remember that there is another way of seeing the so-called Noble Eightfold “Path”, and that is as as flower or tree of which the various petals or limbs gradually unfold until one is, as it were, “blossoming” into enlightenment.

I like the fact that there’s something for everyone here – if you want to see it as a gung-ho, noble quest, striding forth, you can. If you want to see it as gradually cultivating and unfolding yourself and your spiritual qualities, that’s fine too! Across the whole Buddhist World there are people following both approaches – and we could have a whole course just exploring that, and those differences. But what matters is that we are practising, that we are not just sitting round thinking what a good idea all these teachings are, but we’re actually setting out on the path ourself (or cultivating ways to help our own petals flop open!). I think what’s important is to be aware of which of these approaches engages your heart and mind and, if it’s helpful, to use the image as a tool. A final note on this, before I move on the “limbs” themselves, and that is that it may well be that at times your heart is into striding up that mountain and at other times you might need to be tending your flower (ie yourself AS the flower) in its pot.

The Path that is Two Paths

The next thing to say is that actually the Noble Eightfol Path is two paths, not one. I’ll just recap the eight limbs or stages and then explain:

Perfect Vision
Perfect Emotion
Perfect Speech
Perfect Action
Perfect Livelihood
Perfect Effort
Perfect Awareness
Perfect Samadhi

The way it divides into two paths is that the first of the eight, Perfect Vision, is seen as the Path of Vision and the remaining 7 limbs are seen as the Path of Transformation. There’s a lot one could say about this and Sangharakshita’s book, Vision and Transformation, goes into this in some detail.

Sangharakshita says, “Perfect Vision represents the phase of initial spiritual insight and experience, whereas the rest of the Eightfold Path represents the transformation of one’s whole being , in all its heights and depths, in all its aspects, in accordance with that initial insight and experience.”

The Path of Vision

The Path starts for all of us with some kind of Vision, often an experience of suffering or sometimes a seemingly spontaneous glimpse of something profound which inspires us. To return to our images, we might see it as the glimpse of a mountain top towards which we want to move or one could see it as the glimpse of something tiny and embryonic which we sense can unfold into much, much more.

When we say “vision”, it’s not just an intellectual thing. We’re talking about something which goes beyond a dry intellectual understanding – a kind of spark which ignites within us, for whatever reason. The reason we refer to “perfect” vision is that we’re talking about a glimpse of something that is in line with reality, with truth, with the way things really are. Cultivating or treading the Path of Vision is about trying more and more to see things the way they really are, for example recognising that things we often think of permanent are, in fact, impermanent – the job, the house… and especially, of course, people. Clinging to the view that these things are permanent and unchangeable is one of the causes of suffering (the second Noble Truth).

One final thing to say about the Path of Vision is that it isn’t some great lofty thing out there and over there… something that we come to “at some point”. Everyone here is already on the Path of Vision. The fact that you have walked in through the door of the Buddhist Centre, that you have signed up for this 8-week course was motivated by something, some experience, some glimpse, some inspiration. If we’ve time at the end it might be interesting for us to share these experiences, if people would like to.

Path of Transformation – the remaining 7 steps or limbs…

So, we’ve had our glimpse of Perfect Vision, and now we come to the remaining 7 stages of the path.

Perfect Emotion

Perfect Emotion is the second limb of the eight-fold path and the first step on the “path of transformation”. This is very significant. We can’t begin to transform, can’t begin to move along the path unless “our heart is in it”, unless we are emotionally engaged.

How often have you tried to make changes in your life, even on a mundane level and encountered this struggle? eg trying to lose weight, take up exercise or pursue a course of study? We have a great idea and it seems fantastic. Yes! Let’s do it!… and then we fizzle out after a bit.

Sangharakshita says that “For most of us, the central problem of the spiritual life is to find emotional equivalents for our intellectual understanding.”

So how do we engage our hearts as well as our minds? Well, traditionally there are meditation practises which help us to do this. The “Brahma Viharas” or sublime-abodes are a practical way of helping s to cultivate kindness, compassion, sympathetic joy and equanimity. Tonight we’ll be learning the metta Bhavana which is the first of the brahma viharas and the foundation for all the others. So before you go home tonight, you’ll have had at least some taste of how to begin to cultivate Perfect Emotion.

The other very simple way to cultivate Perfect Emotion is to practise dana or generosity. This is one of the basic “Buddhist Virtues” and it’s said that even if one can’t practice meditation, even if one is having difficulty practising ethics, then at least one can give, one can practise generosity. We cannot overestimate how important the transforming effect of this can be.

A final note on Perfect Emotion before we move on, and that concerns ritual. Now for man people the connotation of ritual is “rites and rituals” – a kind of worthy “going through the motions”… (I always think of being at school at having to stand in assembly and say prayers and the only thing I was ever truly aware of at that time was that I always seemed to have a runny nose and I never seemed to have a hankie…. Anyhow. The Buddhist perspective on ritual is that it serves and important role in helping us to develop Perfect Emotion, helping us to engage our hearts as well as our minds. We practise the 7-fold puja (puja means worship), we chant, we build shrines… Now just as I was saying earlier, that some people’s hearts engage with the image of treading a path, others with the image of a flower unfolding, just so with ritual: it doesn’t work for everyone and it’s not obligatory. It’s good not to make a premature decision about this and also to recognise that one’s relationship with it may change over time. But ritual can be a very powerful way to cultivate positive emotion.

Perfect Speech

This brings us to the part of the path or flower which concerns ethics. The week after next, Chittamani is going to talk more about this, but we’ll make a start tonight.

So the first part of ethics that we’re considering is Perfect Speech. Now it’s interesting that speech has a whole limb or petal to itself. It’s not just lumped in with other kinds of ethical behaviour in the next section of the path, which is Perfect Action.

Buddhism recognises what a huge effect speech has on our hearts and minds and so no only does speech have a whole section of the Noble Eightfold Path to itself, it constitutes no less than four of the ten ethical precepts which one takes when one is ordained.

So how can we practise perfect speech? Well, traditionall we look at it both in terms of the negative (what we’re not going to do) and the positive (what we aspire to do). So…. we…

avoid untruthful speech and practise truthful speech
avoid unkind/harsh speech and practise kindly speech
avoid harmful speech and practise helpful speech
avoid disharmonious speech and practise harmonious speech.

Sangharakshita explores this more in his book The Ten Pillars which is all about the 10 ethical precepts and I’m sure Chittamani will say a lot more about this when he’s here.

Perfect Action

So having talked about Perfect Speech we can go to the next step which is Perfect Action, the step of the path concerned with transforming ourselves by ethical action. Now an important thing to say about the Buddhist conception of ethics is that the Buddhist precepts should not be confused with any Christian idea of morality or seen as “laws” or commandments. Buddhist Ethical precepts are not imposed but rather they are often described as “training principles”.

Their significance is not theological (in the sense of obedience to some deity). Their significance is psychological. That is to say, acting unethically (or unskilfully, as we usually say) has an effect on our minds which prevents us from moving forwards on the path, prevents us from unfolding our true spiritual potential.

It’s been said that the ethical precepts describe how an enlightened being would spontaneously act. So observing the precepts helps us to have a glimpse of that. It gives us a taste of what it is like to more away from being motivated by greed, hatred and delusion (about which Simhanada will talk more on week 6 of this course when you get to the Tibetan Wheel of Life).

So what are the ethical precepts? We’ve looked at speech already, which is the fourth of the 5 precepts which are traditionally chanted. One takes a further 5 at ordination, of which 3 relate to speech, but the main list of 5 ethical precepts is as follows:

avoid harming beings cultivate kindness
avoid taking the not-given cultivate generosity
avoid sexual misconduct cultivate stillness, simplicity & contentment
avoid untruthful speech cultivate truthful speech
avoid intoxicants cultivate mindfulness, clear & radiant

Right Livelihood

So we’ve learnt that an important aspect of the Noble Eightfold Path is that our actions (including our speech) have consequences for whether we can progress along the path. The next limb of the path recognises that , if we spend the greater part of the day at work, it has a big effect on us and our ability to practise ethics. It’s great to come to the Buddhist Centre and practise ethics and read Dharma books… but how do we relate this to how most of us spend the best part of our waking hours, ie at work?

The practise of Right Livelihood was stressed by the Buddha and he gave specific teachings about the kinds of occupations which would be unhelpful to people wanting to practise the spiritual life. For example, working in a slaughterhouse would make it impossible to practise the first ethical precept about not harming living beings and so on.

But Right Livelihood (just the like the precepts) isn’t just about avoiding the unskilful. It’s also about cultivating the positive and I love this facet of the path. Work as spiritual practise has always fascinated me and, if you think about it, if we can practise and work at the same time it gives us lots more time. Maybe we sit on our cushions for 30-40 minutes a day, or even an hour or two. But most of us are at work for about 7-8 hours. There’s no time now to go into detail now, but we can bring many facets of our practise, many limbs of the Noble Eightfold Path right into the midst of our everyday life – and also have a very positive effect by doing so. I’ve written an article specifically about this and it’s on my website, which is on the handout I’ve written for tonight.

Phew. So now we’ve explored 5 of the 8 limbs of the Buddha’s Noble Eightfold Path. So we’ve got 3 to go – but the further along the path you get, the less there is to say, so we won’t be long now!

Perfect Effort

Now I like the teaching on Perfect Effort – probably because I’ve had some very funny ideas about it over the years – especially when I’ve been clinging on by my finger nails on the north face of the Eiger! The spiritual life is an active life and it does need effort, but not just any old effort, Perfect Effort. So there are two things I want to mention in respect of Perfect Effort. One’s a story and one’s a list:

There’s a story about a disciple of the Buddha’s called Sona. …

Parable of the Lute

“Once the Blessed One lived near Rajagaha on Vulture Peak. At that time, while the venerable Sona lived alone and secluded in the Cool Forest, this thought occurred to him:

“Of those disciples of the Blessed One who are energetic, I am one. Yet, my mind has not found freedom.” Now, the Blessed One, perceiving in his own mind the venerable Sona’s thoughts, left Vulture Peak, and, as speedily as a strong man might stretch his bent arm or bend his stretched arm, he appeared in the Cool Forest before the venerable Sona. And he said to the venerable Sona: “Sona, did not this thought arise in your mind:

‘Of those disciples of the Blessed One who are energetic, I am one. Yet, my mind has not found freedom.’”

” Yes, Lord.”

” Tell me, Sona, in earlier days were you not skilled in playing stringed music on a lute?”

” Yes, Lord.”

” And, tell me, Sona, when the strings of that lute were too taut, was then your lute tuneful and easily playable?”

” Certainly not, O Lord.”

” And when the strings of your lute were too loose, was then your lute tuneful and easily playable?”

” Certainly not, O Lord.”

” But when, Sona, the strings of your lute were neither too taut nor too loose, but adjusted to an even pitch, did your lute then have a wonderful sound and was it easily playable?”
“Certainly, O Lord.”

” Similarly, Sona, if energy is applied too strongly, it will lead to restlessness, and if energy is too lax, it will lead to lassitude. Therefore, Sona, keep your energy in balance and balance the Spiritual Faculties and in this way focus your intention.”

” Yes, O Lord,” replied the venerable Sona in assent.

Afterward, the venerable Sona kept his energy balanced behind the Spiritual Faculties, and in this way focused his attention. And the venerable Sona, living alone and secluded, diligent, ardent and resolute, soon realized here and now, through his own direct knowledge, that unequaled goal of the holy life.

So that’s the story of the Lute. The list is a nice practical one about using effort in relation to our mind and what we call our “mental states”. These can either be positive or negative, skilful or unskilful. Obviously the positive ones help us along the path and the negative ones don’t – you’ll perhaps hear more about this when you get to second ring on the Wheel of Life later in the course. There is a traditional teaching called “

    the Four Right Efforts

” which is all about how we work with these different mental states, a bit like looking after a garden, the four efforts are: preventing, eradicating, cultivating or maintaining.

So we prevent the arising of unskilful mental states by guarding the gateways of the senses, by not letting in unskilful or unhelpful thoughts, patterns or habits, just as we prevent weeds from taking hold in a garden or on an allotment by covering the ground in black plastic or old carpet.

We eradicate unskilful mental states by noticing them and not letting them get a hold – a bit like hooking weeds out of the garden, before they’ve had a chance to really take a hold and start producing more seeds and more weeds…

We cultivate positive mental states through the practise of ethics and the metta Bhavana meditation we’ll be doing later, just as we cultivate the flowers we want in our gardens.

And when we’ve got our garden (or our mind) starting to be more how we want it to be, then we don’t just sit back, we have to maintain it and that means carrying on practising, pruning a bit here and there, hooking out the odd intrusive thought or weed and so on.

So that’s the Four Right Efforts: preventing, eradicating, cultivating and maintaining.

Perfect Awareness

The penultimate state of the path is Perfect Awareness, also translated as Perfect Mindfulness, tho’ the literal meaning is something like memory or recollection.

In order to come more and more into line with reality, in to move towards or unfold into our Perfect Vision, we need to be mindful, we need to be aware.

Traditionally there are 4 levels of mindfulness or awarness:

Awareness of Things
Awareness of Self
Awareness of Other People
Awareness of Reality/Truth/The Ultimate

This list of four begins with simply being aware of what we are doing while we are doing it – really noticing the dishes we are washing, the pavement we are walking on. We can gradually become more aware of ourselves – we do this with the mindfulness of breathing, where we gradually more and more aware of our breath. Just as in the metta Bhavana meditation, we can then extend this awareness out to other people and, ultimately, to reality itself.

Perfect Samadhi

This brings us right to the last Noble Truth which is Perfect Samadhi, a difficult word to translate. It’s sometimes translated as “Perfect Meditation” but that doesn’t quite do it, really. Literally it means “the state of being firmly fixed or established” either in terms of being concentrated on a single object, or more profoundly, that one’s whole being is established in a certain mode of consciousness or awareness in the sense of enlightenment or Buddhahood.

Sangharakshita talks more of this in “Vision and Transformation” but I suspect that we’ve probably had enough detail for one night. Let’s just say that in a way Perfect Samadhi might represent one of the peaks of the mountain we glimpsed at the beginning, but represents reaching there, rather that seeing it from a distance.

However, the story doesn’t end there. As I said at the beginning, spiritual practise isn’t a case of simply having a vision and getting from A to B as a one-off, linear activity. So let’s assume we get to a point of practising Perfect Samadhi. What do we see? Well, just like climbing a mountain, we get to that peak and look out, only to discover that actually the real mountain still lies ahead of us, we get a different glimpse of what Perfect Vision really is and so we have no choice but to set forth again on the path, to unfold the flower more and more deeply to allow our own natural purity and Buddha nature to unfold.

Recommended Reading:
Vision and Transformation – Sangharakshita
The Ten Pillars – Sangharakshita
The Path with Heart – Jack Kornfield
After the Ecstasy the Laundry – Jack Kornfield

Satyalila – September 2006

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