Dear Friends,
During the last months I am touched by the story of Mahakasyapa. All the monks gathered to listen to a dharma-talk by the Buddha. There were no words. The Buddha presented a flower. Mahakasyapa reacted with a smile. De Buddha noticed it and thanked him for his understanding of the Dharma.
Often, I use many words. So, the practice of the ‘flower-without-words’ is nourishing for me. De simple smile is an even stronger practice for me. Because I have a strong habit to notice what’s wrong, the injustice in events, which nourishes anger and a strong desire to fundamental change. Mindfull compassion. Not easy. Our practice together is an inspiring support. During the last two weeks, another dharma insight showed up in this small parable. Just looking to a simple flower is enough to practice awareness. Embrace reality as it is.
I was sitting in our garden. I watched the birds, taking a bath in the flow form of our pond. A sip, looks up to scan the environment for danger, sip, looks up, dipping the springs. Stop. I enjoyed it. This bird was showing mindfulness practice, one thing at the time. My thoughts drifted to the news about George Floyd’s death, because of a not removed knee of a white police officer. Again, I was filled with anger because of the injustice. The photo of the white man, looking straight in the camera behind the car was penetrating and was no cloud that passed by. I looked at the bird again. The phrase ‘call me by my true names’ arose in me. The poem in which Thay expresses that he is the pirate and the raped girl. I don’t know what the source of this thought. But it felt as a flower that was presented to me.
Now I looked different to this picture. What did the policeman go through? Wat is the root of his suffering? What is the difference between his anger and mine? What is the cause that I can see the suffering of one, but not of the other? Confronting questions. But they opened a door. Touched by this thought with no source I could contact my anger (which I know well) and with the compassion in me (which I was not aware of, at that moment). This morning, just before writing this text, I saw a picture of a bathing bird with the text: for birds, it is calming to pay attention to their plumage. A second flower!
This nourished my growing insight that the practice of open, natural awareness, in this moment watching bathing birds in the flow of the water is a good path to connect with my Buddha nature which is always inside of me. So, after all these words, I invite you to join our sangha evening in practicing open awareness, mindfull connected with each other. Monday night we will have an online meditation via ZOOM
I wish you relaxing, inspiring Pentecost days! Joost
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