Bombu Nature and the Climate Crisis

The internet is ablaze with naysayers regarding the climate crisis protests. Some folks seem to think of those protesting in the Extinction Rebellion as easy to dismiss because they’re hypocrites in one way or aother.

Yes, we are all hypocrites in one way or another. Right now my wife and I are more car dependent than we used to be. When I walk into the grocery store, I find it hard not to purchase greens that are in some sort of plastic, some of which is not recyclable. The systems that holds our society in place make it hard to practice an alternative. Not everyone can just go off into the woods, cut themselves off from the grid, and live like an eco-hermit.

Sunset, Evening, Romantic, Sun

This is what it means to be bombu, foolish beings.

In many traditions that focus on Pureland practice, it’s important to know one’s foolish nature. One sees that, in one’s current situation, they contribute to their suffering and the suffering of others. Much of it is unavoidable, even when they try their best. One could say very truthfully that there is quite a bit of hypocrisy amongst those who try to follow the Buddha.

Not everyone can follow the precepts completely. The societal and environmental systems that we are under does not allow it.

However, we can try our best, which is better than giving up. We can do what we can with the options available to us. Little by little we can improve. And good can come from it!

Some faith helps.

So yes, many of the Extinction Rebellion protesters are ordinary people who likely drive cars and get plenty of food wrapped in plastic. That’s the system that we are dependent on. With some awareness of our situation, perhaps we can do something to change it.

Namo Amida Bu

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Green Space as a Pure Land

I just came across a Facebook post from WYPR (Baltimore’s public radio station), about re-imagining the city’s Inner Harbor. I noticed that and in the comments there are people wishing to see the area turned into green space.

There is much to like about urban living but, in my time at Baltimore’s Mt. Vernon neighborhood, I learned to value green space as there is not much of it around there. True, there is a nice little park that sits within Charle’s Street and Monument Street, but in my view, it’s not quite enough. I found that being surrounded by pavement and brick was one contributing factor in what came to be a three-year depressive state.

Bridge, Japanese Garden, Arch, Park

Now that I’m back in the Hagerstown area, where I am surrounded by mountains and trees, I’m feeling a little better. Part of it could be because I’m back home, but I credit a lot of it to all the green around me.

I felt the same reaction at Amida Mandala. Just being among the greenery and flowers of the temple garden helped bring about a sense of ease. Going up to the top of the Malvern Hills was a little taste of freedom. I feel the same way in places like Chua Xa Loi near Frederick and Hagerstown’s city park.

Spaces like these act much like a pure land. If one were to read about Sukhavati, one might imagine a vast park, lush with trees and pools that shine with jewels. I would guess that many Buddhists of the past imagined the Pure Land to be similar to the early viharas, just a little more adorned with decorations.

In light of climate change, it would be wise for us to create as many green spaces as possible. Creating pure lands, whether they’re protected forests, pocket parks , or even just some flowers in a pot, is essential, not only for conservation, but also for our hearts, which not so long ago dwelled among leaves.

We should also remember that a young bodhisattva, known as Siddhartha, found refuge under a tree.

In brief:

We NEED green space.

Not retail space.

Namo Amida Bu

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Practicing Alone (Or Am I?)

In a week, I will be holding Jeweled Tree’s first live service on Youtube. Frankly, I’m a little nervous because I’m not sure if anyone will show up.

I’ve been in this situation before when I held services at First Unitarian Church of Baltimore. At that time, it was helpful to remember my late friend Hoin, a Zen practitioner of Burning House Zendo.

Candle, Light, Candlelight, Flame

Hoin was a very gentle and practical guy who was a natural teacher even if he wasn’t officially recogonized. He helped me learn to sit for the long periods of time required by the group’s practice sessions. He was always very warm to new folks and always encouraged people.

He was also known for his commitment to practice.

According to some of the senior zendo-goers, Hoin was just as happy to practice by himself as he was to practice with others. He would arrive at the zendo and, if no one else came in, he would hold service anyway. A few folks said that they would find evidence of this the next day. They weren’t specific to how they knew but I suspect it was a change in the arrangement of cushions.

His commitment helped encourage my individual practice. When I approach the shrine in my house, I sometimes remember Hoin, and then also remember that it’s important to practice the forms as best I can whether anyone is watching or not.

It really doesn’t matter if one is the only person making the offerings. At Amida Mandala, it’s considered important to keep practicing so as to hold the space for others.

At the same time, however, we are never alone in our practice, especially when we are in the presence of the Buddhas.

Namo Amida Bu

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The Pain Behind the Anger

A few days ago, I was part of an interfaith prayer walk for drug addiction awareness. The experience was quite nice, however, at the beginning of the walk, something unexpected happened.

Someone noticed our group and was not happy to see us. As they pulled their car up to the intersection where we were standing, they rolled down their window and told us to stick the cross where the sun doesn’t shine. They repeated this several times.

There have only been a few times where I have seen someone so passionately angry. From the sound of their voice the anger was coming from a place of pain.

Though I don’t want to go into too many details about them, from my point of view, they seemed to be both a part of a racial minority and the LGBTQIA community.

Upon hearing the insults, one of the prayer walk participants decided to respond to this person by saying “We love you!”

This did not quell their rage. In fact, they became even more furious.

Tiger, Animal, Water, Rain, Nature, Dark

I’m not sure exactly why they were angry but I would guess that they may have been hurt by a Christian community. It may be that whatever trauma or frustration they have inside, suddenly arose at the sight of what looked like a Church group.

Considering that so much suffering has been brought about by conservative Christians in America, particularly toward minority and LGBTQIA communities, it shouldn’t be a surprise that some people express anger toward religious groups.

So to say “We love you!” is to be dismissive. It would be better to reflect on why they were expressing themselves in such a way.

I’m not defending the person’s actions but I can see that whatever anger they have is likely justified. It’s important to listen to the pain that lies behind that anger.

The Buddha and Jesus met people where they were and listened to their suffering. It would be wise for us to do the same.

Namo Amida Bu

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I have a little buddy who often participates in my home practice. Sometimes he circles my feet as I make an offering. Sometimes he snuggles at my lap as I chant. And if I sit still long enough, he affectionately headbutts my chin.

He is George.

My wife and I found him in the alley behind our house a few years ago, crying for help from under a car.

He was very thin but did seem to be very human-oriented so we thought he may have ventured too far from his home. He was certainly not used to be outside by himself.

Gently we called to him. When he realized that we meant no harm, he quickly made his way across the ally and into our backyard. After sneaking him by the ever watchful tom cat of the neighborhood, we brought into our back room.

He spent quite a bit of time just wanting to snuggle with us and seemed very grateful for our attention. It was then, while he was looking up at me, that I decided that his name was George. No other name seemed to fit his rather sweet and gentle demeanor.

He just looked like a George.

After spreading the word that we found George, no one came to claim him. Though I felt bad for the owner, I’m glad we could give him a home.

He’s been with us now through two moves and seems to quickly make himself at home wherever he is. He is also quite devoted to his big brother, Bodhi, though I’m sure Bodhi would much rather be left alone.

As I write this post, George has been swirling around my feet, inquiring about pets. When I go to the shrine, he will likely accompany me.

During my time in this tradition, I’ve been fortunate enough to be able to practice with teachers, participate in beautiful religious services, and find friendship in a spiritual community. However, there are few experiences that compare to just sitting in candlelight with a purring cat and the countless Buddhas.

Namo Amida Bu

The Pure Land Outside My Window

A few years ago, I traveled to the UK to spend time with the sangha of Amida Mandala Buddhist Temple. I was warmly welcomed by Satyavani and Kaspalita, the priests who run the temple, and quickly made friends with the rest of its community.

The location was equally welcoming. Amida Mandala sits on the side of the Malvern Hills, a place where it’s said that C.S. Lewis and Tolkien found inspiration for their stories. If one were to look to the Northeast of the Malverns (my vantage point at the temple), one would see why.

Rolling earth laps at the hillside. From the vast sky, fog rolls in, hugging the earth, often shrouding little hills in the distance. The weather puts the landscape into a constant state of graceful flux.

It’s no wonder that this region became such an inspiration to two literary giants. Likewise, it would become my inspiration while I was in the midst of questioning my spiritual path.

Part of my stay at the temple included a solitary retreat. Over 48 hours, alone in a room, I spent my time chanting Nembutsu (while I was awake, of course). Though fulfilling, this endeavor would prove to be quite challenging.

At about one third through the retreat, I was becoming rather depressed. I was questioning why I was there, why I was so far from home, and why I decided to follow a spiritual practice. Part of me felt foolish and weak for handing myself over to an “Other Power”.

As I sat down, disillusioned, (still chanting for some reason) I saw a copy of Amida Shu’s sutra book. After staring at it awhile, I picked it up and flipped through the pages. That’s when I read one of the vows of Dharmakara, the bodhisattva who would become Amida Buddha.

The vow is written as follows:

31st Vow: Oh Blessed One, may I not come to complete awakening if, when I have done so, my land does not have mirror purity such that the lands of all other Buddhas, inconceivably countless, throughout the ten directions, are completely reflected in it.

I then looked outside. The scenery was different. The rolling land looked even more beautiful than before. It looked greener, deeper, and hallowed.

I then felt an ease and joy like I have seldom known. It was not something I could control as it was a feeling that leapt from somewhere different deep within. My mind could not grasp it.

I saw a land reflected in Sukhavati itself. I saw Amida’s realm.

Just outside my window, in the midst of life, death, and secular matters, was the Land of Bliss.

Namo Amida Bu

Image of Malvern from Wikipedia