Good Morning Everyone,
Yesterday afternoon I sat zazen at the Federal Building bearing witness for peace. It was a wonderful practice period with a few people who have become Wednesday afternoon allies. We practice in virtual silence with an increasing number of honks of horns in support over the last two years I've been at this. We rarely get a negative comment, rarely.
In fact, yesterday we had a press person visit us and do interviews while some attorney stopped by to offer his support for our work. These are not uncommon occurrences. Even the construction workers give up thumbs up as they pass by us.
I think peace is on every one's mind and the only real question is how to best achieve it.
My point of view is really simple, but perhaps I am a simple person, peace comes when we become peace.
Be well.
Organ Mountain Zen
Thursday, February 21, 2008
Tuesday, February 19, 2008
Pretense
With palms together,
Good Morning Everyone,
Our Zen is our life, not our rules or precepts or even our practices about our life. It is very easy to confuse the two. Frankly it is easier altogether to create a temple with a nice alter, beautiful Buddha, and fragrant incense, than to walk the walk of Buddhist life. Such a temple makes us feel like Buddhists, but if we are not buddhas as we leave, drive our cars, interact with our friends and co-workers, and go through our day, then the temple is really just a shallow idol we pay homage to, a pretense, so to speak.
Walking the walk requires us to actually make our practice our life itself. The means we must think-feel our way through our precepts and make them living expressions of our Buddha Nature. Sitting like a buddha is not being a Buddha.
We must ask ourselves how is our life informing our practice, how are we actually being buddhas? Some might say we should "just sit" sooner or later a light will go off. Yeah? So what? Unless we change our life and go out into the world with that light, we might as well be in the dark.
To eat meat, not eat meat; to sit in witness or not sit in witness; to be buddhas or pretend buddhas, has nothing to do with eating meat or bearing witness, but it has everything to do, with being a Buddha. These things, like the old story of polishing a tile to make it a mirror, do not make us Buddhas or Buddhists. We are already Buddha. Life is already Dharma. Humanity is our Sangha. It is our decision to live our lives as Buddhas that makes a difference.
How do you do that?
Good Morning Everyone,
Our Zen is our life, not our rules or precepts or even our practices about our life. It is very easy to confuse the two. Frankly it is easier altogether to create a temple with a nice alter, beautiful Buddha, and fragrant incense, than to walk the walk of Buddhist life. Such a temple makes us feel like Buddhists, but if we are not buddhas as we leave, drive our cars, interact with our friends and co-workers, and go through our day, then the temple is really just a shallow idol we pay homage to, a pretense, so to speak.
Walking the walk requires us to actually make our practice our life itself. The means we must think-feel our way through our precepts and make them living expressions of our Buddha Nature. Sitting like a buddha is not being a Buddha.
We must ask ourselves how is our life informing our practice, how are we actually being buddhas? Some might say we should "just sit" sooner or later a light will go off. Yeah? So what? Unless we change our life and go out into the world with that light, we might as well be in the dark.
To eat meat, not eat meat; to sit in witness or not sit in witness; to be buddhas or pretend buddhas, has nothing to do with eating meat or bearing witness, but it has everything to do, with being a Buddha. These things, like the old story of polishing a tile to make it a mirror, do not make us Buddhas or Buddhists. We are already Buddha. Life is already Dharma. Humanity is our Sangha. It is our decision to live our lives as Buddhas that makes a difference.
How do you do that?
Sunday, February 10, 2008
There's Nothing to Do!
Good Morning Everyone,
"There's no where to go!" "There's no thing to do!" Any parent or couple married longer than a couple of years has heard these laments. These are the words of boredom. I occasionally feel bored myself. Yet, rather than dive into whine, I prefer to experience myself in the state of boredom. What does it really feel like?
There is the sense of being trapped, the sense of numbness, the sense of pure flatness, or the sense of restless despair that sometimes masks itself as boredom. We often lack the language to deal with such states and feelings, as dealing requires a naming of sorts, a dialogue -- even if it is just interior dialogue.
More importantly, though, is the need to be aware What is it? What is it!
Too quickly we rush to answer our feelings: we rush to label or we rush to solution. Delay here is a wonderful strategy. Feel. Be the feeling. Experience yourself as uncomfortable as it might at first be.
In the process, we learn a few things. First we learn we are not really slave to our impulses. second, we learn that being bored, or flat, or even trapped, is not all that bad. Third, we can learn that such feelings are more a result of our thoughts about a situation than any actual reflection of that situation.
We would not learn these things without being still.
Stillness is a great teacher.
Be well.
Harvey Sodaiho Hilbert-roshi
Clear Mind Zen
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"There's no where to go!" "There's no thing to do!" Any parent or couple married longer than a couple of years has heard these laments. These are the words of boredom. I occasionally feel bored myself. Yet, rather than dive into whine, I prefer to experience myself in the state of boredom. What does it really feel like?
There is the sense of being trapped, the sense of numbness, the sense of pure flatness, or the sense of restless despair that sometimes masks itself as boredom. We often lack the language to deal with such states and feelings, as dealing requires a naming of sorts, a dialogue -- even if it is just interior dialogue.
More importantly, though, is the need to be aware What is it? What is it!
Too quickly we rush to answer our feelings: we rush to label or we rush to solution. Delay here is a wonderful strategy. Feel. Be the feeling. Experience yourself as uncomfortable as it might at first be.
In the process, we learn a few things. First we learn we are not really slave to our impulses. second, we learn that being bored, or flat, or even trapped, is not all that bad. Third, we can learn that such feelings are more a result of our thoughts about a situation than any actual reflection of that situation.
We would not learn these things without being still.
Stillness is a great teacher.
Be well.
Harvey Sodaiho Hilbert-roshi
Clear Mind Zen
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Saturday, February 9, 2008
Two Fires, One Flame
Good Morning Everyone,
This morning I sit at my desk in my little home Zendo surrounded by relics. On one wall are three enclosed bookcases. In the bookcases are large sections of books related to Zen on one side and Judaism on the other. Under the enclosed cases are various framed photographs, various menorahs, my begging bowl, a ceramic bearded Jew with a talit over his shoulders, a seated buddha kitty statue, and a brush set for calligraphy.
On another wall, a silk painting of a Hanoi street I bought in Vietnam.. Across from it is a photograph I took of a Vietnamese village in the central highlands of Vietnam. My desk sits under it crowded with several potted plants, my laptop, and the books and notebooks that are in my present moment.
Then there is my small rough-hewn wooden alter table. On it a statue of Buddha, a statue of Jizo bodhisattva, a water offering, an incense offering and a candle. Mt cushion sits in front of it, inviting me daily to practice.
All of these are true relics as they offer glimpses into what was. Other moments no longer present, yet are capable of being re-animated by my mind. Books reveal the footsteps of others; notebooks map our current path, and at bottom, there in the silt, nothing but the present. So, I wonder on one side of my mind at times who I am, read the relics, then note what I have now become, while on the other, I dismiss the thought entirely on my cushion in favor of just being. There really is a reason why my Navajo medicine man friend named me "Two Fires".
When we label ourselves we kill our true nature; without a label we are forever in the eternal now. I believe my name should really be "Two Fires, One Flame".
Be well.
Harvey Sodaiho Hilbert-roshi
Clear Mind Zen
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This morning I sit at my desk in my little home Zendo surrounded by relics. On one wall are three enclosed bookcases. In the bookcases are large sections of books related to Zen on one side and Judaism on the other. Under the enclosed cases are various framed photographs, various menorahs, my begging bowl, a ceramic bearded Jew with a talit over his shoulders, a seated buddha kitty statue, and a brush set for calligraphy.
On another wall, a silk painting of a Hanoi street I bought in Vietnam.. Across from it is a photograph I took of a Vietnamese village in the central highlands of Vietnam. My desk sits under it crowded with several potted plants, my laptop, and the books and notebooks that are in my present moment.
Then there is my small rough-hewn wooden alter table. On it a statue of Buddha, a statue of Jizo bodhisattva, a water offering, an incense offering and a candle. Mt cushion sits in front of it, inviting me daily to practice.
All of these are true relics as they offer glimpses into what was. Other moments no longer present, yet are capable of being re-animated by my mind. Books reveal the footsteps of others; notebooks map our current path, and at bottom, there in the silt, nothing but the present. So, I wonder on one side of my mind at times who I am, read the relics, then note what I have now become, while on the other, I dismiss the thought entirely on my cushion in favor of just being. There really is a reason why my Navajo medicine man friend named me "Two Fires".
When we label ourselves we kill our true nature; without a label we are forever in the eternal now. I believe my name should really be "Two Fires, One Flame".
Be well.
Harvey Sodaiho Hilbert-roshi
Clear Mind Zen
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Thursday, February 7, 2008
Being Everything
Good Morning Everyone,
Someone on a blog this morning suggested I was rather narrow in my themes. I thought it a curious perspective. Admittedly, I write mostly about religious/spiritual themes, but I try to talk about them in a very wide spectrum of applications, anywhere from teacups to space-time relativity. In any event, the comment gave me pause and I reflected for a bit on it.
Most of us tend to compartmentalize our lives: this is religion, that is cooking, this other thing is sports, and over here is work. My consistent point of view is that this is not only false, but spiritually dangerous. Its part of the reductionism that was epidemic in the 19th and 20th centuries. It even has lead scientists to try to find a God spot in our brains, for goodness sake.
Spiritual life is a whole life. Its about seeing everything as our life, our breath, and our intimate connection to everything else. We are not separate, but completely one. When we talk about being a Christian, or a Jew, or a Muslim, or a Buddhist, we should keep in mind that these are just labels for paths to the same thing: actualization with and as the Infinite.
I don't like clubs, especially exclusive clubs. Although it wasn't always so, I practice inclusiveness as much as possible. It is important for us to realize we create our own issues when we treat a stranger as somehow different from ourselves. This acceptance of everything, however, is not permission to be crazy or hurtful or to tolerate such things in others. Part of a disciplined spiritual practice is learning to say no, at least as easily as we say yes.
When we practice meditation, we are creating a space for this oneness to be seen through the very discipline of acceptance without attachment or avoidance. As we sit quietly, thoughts arise, feelings emerge, and we might want to follow them. We gently notice them and return to being present. We begin to see everything appears related to everything else: thoughts relate to other thoughts, feelings relate to other feelings, and all of these relate to each other. It is a perfect storm and we are its eye.
Be well.
Rev. Dr. So Daiho Hilbert-roshi
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Wednesday, February 6, 2008
Extraordinary Book!
Hello All,
My Little Honey has just completed her novel, "The Extraordinary Magic of Everyday Life" available through Lulu.com as a paperback book or ebook download.
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Rev. Dr. So Daiho Hilbert-roshi
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My Little Honey has just completed her novel, "The Extraordinary Magic of Everyday Life" available through Lulu.com as a paperback book or ebook download.
Please consider taking a look!!!
http://www.lulu.com/content/1741360
Rev. Dr. So Daiho Hilbert-roshi
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Monday, February 4, 2008
Enter the Storm
Good Morning Everyone,
For one who is one with the storm, there is no storm. Separating ourselves from the storm, resisting it, makes the storm strong. If we practice relaxing into the storm, peace. We oppose it, become an oak tree, unbending, rigid, we will be uprooted. Not resisting the storm we are like a palm tree in a hurricane, bending and yielding to the wind, we become the wind itself: storm and we are one, no problem.
Do storms cause damage? Of course. Should we not prepare for them? Of course. But our attitude and willingness to be present determines both the extent of the damage and most importantly, our experience of the storm itself.
Zen teaches us to be free and easy in the marketplace. Open and accepting of difference, we become adaptive, we struggle less, we are interested in the world around us for itself as opposed to its use-value.
There is an old Daoist concept of going to the low places. By this is meant relaxing into the world around us, like water does, forming still pools at the lowest places of any environment, not resisting gravity, but going with it. We yield to the rocks, wash around the trees and leaves, and flow to create pools in shady coves.
When we live life like this we live in serene reflection meditation.
Be soft, be yielding, be peace, be well..
Rev. Dr. So Daiho Hilbert-roshi
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