Posted by: Michael | 08/04/2014

Returning to Metta

Yesterday I happened to stumble upon the site of a bhikkhu in th Thai Forest tradition by the name of Ajahn Achalo. I was immediately drawn to his series of instructions and guided meditations on the practice of metta bhavana and have been thoroughly impressed.

Suffice it to say I have only had the time to listen to one and a half talks so far but his holistic approach is at once refreshing and complements my own practice history. That and the fact that he offers a number of ways to cultivate the brahmaviharas makes him an especially intriguing teacher to study.

At present I don’t have much more to say but please find the link to his site as follows: http://www.peacebeyondsuffering.org/downloads-collection-one.html

May this be of benefit.

Posted by: Michael | 08/03/2014

Happy Uposatha – Purifying Sila

Happy uposatha! This is the first uposatha that I will have been able to observe since the start of Ramadhan and I have taken it up with some trepidation to be sure. After a month o dry fasting during the daylight hours there was a part of me that felt that I just didn’t want to push myself in that direction anymore but, unfortunately for it, I decided not to listen and took the advice of the Uposatha Sutta instead. Besides, I am to leave for Panama on Wednesday and will be travelling with my wife and kids throughout Panama and Costa Rica until the 23rd so who knows when I will have the opportunity to take the uposatha precepts again?

But, I have clearly digressed. As you may know the concepts of forgiveness, gratitude and contentment have all been knocking around my skull for the past few weeks and have provided a lot of grit for the mill. Last night in particular, I found myself mulling over the idea of forgiving oneself for one’s mistakes and how that relates to the purification of sila. I began a search of Dhamma talks and was surprised to find one by Ajahn Sona that spoke directly to the subject (unfortunately I’m unable to find it now but it is on Birken Monastery’s Dhamma talk page). His explanation that purifying our sila must take place now, in the present moment will strike many as boiler plate Dhamma but was, for me, a real wake up call.

Call it stupidity or stubbornness but for the last decade of my practice seems to have been largely wasted in terms of gaining wisdom because  for all of that time I have been laboring under the misunderstanding that one must perform some kind of penance in order to expiate the sins of our past. Seriously, I have been practicing like a Buddhist Catholic, constantly asking forgivennes of my trespasses as I forgive those who trespass against me (and, yes, those words from the Lord’s Prayer are what I often find myself using in my own forgiveness practice).

The genius of the Buddhadhamma is simply that we don’t have to cling to our past. Our wrongdoing will sort itself out, regardless of whether we feel bad about it or not (although remorse seems to have a role in preventing us from making the same mistake again). And I know this intellectually. I have even spoken to other people about the inexorability of kamma, often using the example of the murder of Maha-Moggallana as proof that even arahants must suffer the results of their past deeds. Sneaky thing this delusion.

So, the next time I find myself entranced and delighting in regret I may try to purify my sila by just letting go. By just trying to be present and attend to something wholesome and skillful.

Posted by: Michael | 08/02/2014

Thankfulness

You may recall I recently posted on the subject of contentment and wondered out loud just what it might be and how I could get some of it. Since then the reflection has been bubbling away on the back burner and has been coiring my perceptions. So when I awoke this morning and finally got to the cushion it seemed to me that what was lacking in my attitude was an appreciation of the opportunities before me. In fact, in absence of a pronoujced and purposefully cultivated gratitude for the precious opportunity of this life my default approach is one of aversion, cynicism and sarcastic disdain. Certainly not a prescription for happiness.

So I spent most of today’s first sit repeating phrases of thanks and gratitude and although there was no deep samadhi I am thankful for the way it realigned my view and softened my heart. I seem to have been born an inveterate curmudgeon and it is only by remedial heart training that I can hope to someday make an end to this mass of suffering through wisdom and clear seeing. For now though may I purify my heart and perfect my conduct. I think that will be enough for this lifetime at least. Sabbe satte sukhitaa hontu.

Posted by: Michael | 08/02/2014

Our Common Destiny

On days when I cloister myself within the walls of my tiny, East Village apartment and spend most of the daylight hours working furiously my first steps out into the buzzing world of Manhattan humanity are always a little overwhelming. At these times I am often, if inexplicably, drawn to reflect on just how many of us there are and the mind inevitably turns to the damage and change we are wreaking on this planet. And today, walking do wn 14th Street the uncommonly chill breeze that blew past me and out to the east towards the ocean seemed to portend strange and inexorable changes that were already taking place.

Usually my first thoughts when I see the insensate throngs of humanity doing whatever it is that we do I am filed with loathing and blame. It is as if I want to make them responsible for where we are and for the damage done but why? Surely none of them want to wreak the havoc that is the result of our resource hungry world. Not the guys eating pizza as they walked briskly up 3rd Ave nor the man who carelessly threw a receipt to the ground as he walked to the rhythm of his ear phones and not the homeless huddled under the eaves of a restaurant. For the first time I realized that I am not s pecial and no different. It is our common lot and destiny and the only appropriate response to all of them, to all of us is compassion.

Posted by: Michael | 07/31/2014

Questioning Contentment

During this morning’s bus ride to Union Square I decided I would just take the ten minute ride and enjoy the breath instead of cramming every available minute with a “useful and productive” activity. For quite some time I have followed a pretty rigorous schedule of reading and writing both for professional enrichment and spiritual growth and although I’m not calling these pursuits into ques tion it definitely does seem to me that I have gone a little too far.

At some point this morning, either before or during meditation, I had the thought that this constant chasing after experiences, knowledge, insight and what have you was causing a lot of suffering. When I am always planning my next move where is there time for contentment? 

This line of thinking naturally lead me to my next question: can one even practice contentment? And, really, what is contentment in the first place? Is it gratitude? Appreciation? A well-developed sense of moderation?

Thinking about it I realize I may not have ever known contentment. The closest I may have eever been w as during a seven day retreat when I experkienced bliss in the body and a feeling of peace as a result of breath meditation but surely this isn’t what is meant. Or is it?

Posted by: Michael | 07/30/2014

Ill Will and Dissonance

The dissonance between the ideals of non-harming and metta that I espouse and the reality of my speech, thoughts and deeds has often been on my mind lately. In fact I have been feeling like the worst of hypocrites and the most insincere of fakes because of it.

Funny that in this very thought, in this line of hinking there’s an obvious absence of care and concern for myself as well. It is clear that my mind has a tendency to lean towards the negative and it is equally clear that I need to take this time to see that if I hope to change.

The last year has been one of intense struggle, fear and failure and has shown the limits of what effort in the conditional realm can bring. Even after all of the work and long hours we are no closer to security; we are still not safe. Maybe it is because I miss my family but the more I work the less important it seems and the less willing I am to allow myself to make a big deal of it. A supplier sends $500 of the wrong film and refuses to take it back? Okay. My customer service staff had to be cut to one annd now she’s got to be out for a week? Well just deal with it. All of the imagined expectations and midnight catastrophes that I can dream up are just that: dreams. Why squander my life reacting like a brute ti them and setting myself up for a lower birth? May I carry this moment of clarity with me as a touchstone throughout the day and fogive myself when I inevitably let it slip from my hand as I slip into dream.

Posted by: Michael | 07/30/2014

Creature of Habit

I can’t quite decide if it’s funny or depressing just how much of a creature of habit I truly seem to be despite years of reading and contemplating the Dhamma. But, regardless how I choose to feel about it the fact remains that I am more or less ruled by my routine and, in their absence, I lose track of just what I need to be doing.

Case in point, I am writing this post at almost 10pm only because I just now realized that I hadn’t posted today. It seems I slipped into a bad habit during Ramadhan of frantic working until sunset and I have yet to break myself of it. May I do better tomorrow.

Posted by: Michael | 07/28/2014

Eid Mubarak

Eid is here which means the fast of Ramadhan is over. Although I never quite expected it to have auxh an effect this year was tough and caused my plans for the last thirty days to veer significantly off course. Still, I am happy to have made it without missing a day and feel that I have learned some much needed lessons about effort.

The one lesson I’ve distilled from Ramadhan is just how fragile and delicate these body-minds really are and that it only takes a missed meal or two to completely change one’s outlook and ability to put forth effort. Ramadhan laid bare the dukkha that is always there just under the surface and showed clearly just how dependent I am on just th right mix of external conditions to practice well.

So Eid Mubarak everyone! May we not squander our opportunities to practice in this life while we have so many blessings.

Posted by: Michael | 07/27/2014

Faltering

I’m not sure about tye cause but my routine has been completely off for the last few days. In reality it may just be that I have overscheduled myself and that the delicate balance required to fulfill my own self-imposed obligaions is just not realistic outside of a vacuum.

So it is that I find myself returning from my in-laws at noon without having done my morning sit, my normal two hours of work or several blog posts. On the one hand I can feel the anxiety creeping up and squeezing my chest as I obsess over what’s left to do and worry not getting it done. At the same time though I realize just how selfish my attachmen to my routine can be which is why I decided to break fast with them in the first place.

May I learn to care for others as I care for myself and for myself as I care for others.

Posted by: Michael | 07/25/2014

Sapped

This morning has certainly been strange so far. I awoke around 4am and proceeded to follow my normal routine but as it the morning went on my mind continued to darken to the point where it was hard to see through it. When I sat down to meditate it only worsened and I got the sense that there was a black, inky presence draped over me threatening to stifle the life out of me. I immediately switched from the breath to metta as I was losing energy fast and although this helped somewhat I found the strength to sit only for a scant ten minutes.

What is going on? I’m not too clear on that although each day of fasting has a cumulative effect and I simply feel worn out altogether. That, and the fact that my days are spent working like a madman only to end with a whimper every evening as I pass out from exhuastion haven’t helped to add a lot of light to the mind. My focus during these days of solitude and fasting really gets completely fixated on work and gain which dries the heart and turns it into a desiccated wasteland. Thank goodness Eid is in a few days.

The one bright spot happened this morning as I returned to the altar just before I left and decided to recite the precepts. For whatever reason the mind fell on the thought that even if we have made a mess of everything in the world and in our lives there is yet the possibility of doing good and not harming. If there is a place for hope and faith in the Dhamma it would seem to me that it is here in our precepts and skillful actions, knowing that they will bear beautiful fruits in the future.

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