Saturday, July 17, 2010

Politics, Religion, and Envious Time: Free the Karmapa


Somebody is employing political means to obstruct the Karmapa's compassionate intentions toward the West.

It is tempting to blame India -- after all, they are the ones who denied his exit visa for Europe a while back, and his exit visa for the United States just yesterday, so no Karmapa at the First North American Kagyu Monlam.
"The Karmapa was scheduled to attend prayer sessions being organised by Karma Triyana Dharamchakra centre in Woodstock in New York, but Indian authorities refused to grant him permission to visit there," said the Karmapa's secretary Gompo Tsering. "We fail to understand why restrictions were imposed on his movement as the tour was purely a religious one."
It is tempting to blame Indians, as they have been known to shoot themselves while cleaning their diplomatic pistols, but I am not one who jumps so quickly at shiny bait. How does it serve Indian interests to upset those quietly powerful Tibetan Buddhists who are strategically employed all over official Washington?

Likewise, it is tempting to blame the Chinese, but the Chinese are the smartest politicians on the face of the planet. They have absolutely no reason to pressure India to block the Karmapa's travel. People who think that the Karmapa is somehow the Dalai Lama's "successor" don't understand the playing field, or how to dissect purely journalistic notions.

Now, I used to work in politics, so I have a dirty mind. I spend about an hour each day saying sorry to the dakinis for all the wicked things I did in political service. I figure at this rate, I should have a complete confession in their hands by about the third future lifetime -- the first time I'll be able to enjoy the salad bar while walking on two legs, with no wings or a tail, or having to watch out for a swatter.

Cock-eyed optimism aside, because I used to work in politics and have a dirty mind, I am sitting here making a list of all those individuals and factions who profit from Karmapa's inability to travel freely. I am putting checkmarks next to every name on that list. Do they have the motive to obstruct? Do they have the opportunity to obstruct? Do they have the means? There are a few other factors, but you get the idea.

The list is short and not so sweet.

If I was still in the rackets, I would spin up a witch hunt and start examining the bank accounts of those individuals directly responsible for the Karmapa's troubles. Their bank accounts, those of their relations, and the purses where their wives keep nail money. While this was in progress, I would start looking at the out-linkages to little issues like the hair of one hundred thousand dakinis, and all the rest of those dusty corners where light hardly ever shines.

If that didn't work?

All things being equal, it doesn't take all that much to keep a Gulfstream G550 in the air.  I been in 'em. Not like it takes a government or anything, if you get my meaning.

Unless they want to put the Karmapa under house arrest like Aung San Suu Kyi, somebody in India better think this thing all the way through, because the Karmapa's real bodyguards are not a loss for heads and hands.

Now, you can change destiny -- I know because I have done it -- but, you cannot oppose forces of nature: what I like to call historical imperatives, or the primordial writ large. The ages are littered with the corpses of men who opposed the Will of Heaven. The Indians know that. The Chinese know that. Their ambitions almost always take this into account.

It is a historical imperative that the dharma take firm root in the West. It is a historical imperative that the Karmapa have fluent, frequent, safe, and unrestricted contact with the West. His predecessor died in Illinois, and since he never did anything without the pure intention to benefit beings, that sends me a strong message.

It was Horace who mentioned carpe diem, usually translated as "seize the day," and those who use the phrase usually forget the context in which said mention was made.
"Don't ask (it's forbidden to know) what end the gods will grant to me or you, Leuconoe. Don't play with Babylonian fortune-telling either. It is better to endure whatever will be. Whether Jupiter has allotted to you many more winters or this final one, which even now wears out the Tyrrhenian sea on the rocks placed opposite -- be wise, strain the wine, and scale back your long hopes to a short period. While we speak, envious time will have already fled. Seize the day, trusting as little as possible in the next."
Well, anyway, that's just one more rendition.



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The Global Ecological Crisis: An Aspirational Prayer


When I pray one-pointedly, with fervent faith and devotion,
To the master Padmakara, to Padmapani, venerable Tara and other deities
In whom the Three Precious Jewels are all gathered,
I beseech you to direct your enlightened intention compassionately toward us
From the invisible expanse of reality!

All aeons of time that are illustrious in lifespan and merits are destroyed
By ill-intentioned thoughts and deeds, and by evil barbarity.
Will you not therefore direct your enlightened intention compassionately
Toward living beings who, lacking positive opportunities,
Commit an enormous mass of degenerate actions, embodying the five degradations?

Due to rapacious greed that covets the world’s resources
Trees and forests are cut down and so forth,
Causing an imbalance of the rain water element.
May you swiftly and compassionately protect
Living beings who fall into such disastrous circumstances!

In order that countless diverse machines might be brought into service
There is unlimited excavation of mines, and through these actions
The abodes of celestial, aquatic and terrestrial spirits are imbalanced.
Grant your blessings therefore that afflictions associated with the elements might be assuaged!

The air is being polluted by billowing clouds of smoke from countless factories,
And through this primary cause,
The whole world trembles due to unprecedented diseases.
Grant your blessings that it may be protected from such states of misery!

In particular, due to insatiable desires and cravings,
Coarse human behaviour pulverizes the physical world and its organisms,
Giving rise to an imbalance of the four naturally occurring elements.
Grant your blessings therefore, that the mundane aggregates
Might be pacified right where they are, without causing harm!

The poison of global warming due to the harnessing of machines in all places and times,
Is causing the existing snow mountains to melt,
And the oceans will consequently bring the world within reach of the aeon’s end.
Grant your blessings that it may be protected from these conditions!

Moreover, there are incurable skin diseases that arise
From the breaching of the natural ozone canopy
Which inhibits the intolerable and terrifying poisonous radiation of the sun.
Grant you blessings that these may be pacified, remaining behind in name alone!

In brief, dependent on strong desire and craving,
This world generated by ordinary past actions
Is beginning to be swiftly transformed into a desert.
Grant your blessings that the negative past actions which are responsible
Might cease, right where they are!

Although the entire mass of defects that afflict the physical world and its living organisms
Has been engendered by the dissonant mental states associated with past actions,
Comprising all primary and secondary dissonant mental states,
Even so, through the unfailing power of truth, of the Three Precious Jewels,
I pray that all the points of this aspirational prayer may be fulfilled!

(This prayer was composed by Ngawang Kunga of the Dolma Palace, throne holder of Sakya, in accordance with the repeated exhortations of Dr John Stanley, conveyed with the great clarity of higher aspiration, with regard to the impending catastrophe that now confronts the environment and living organisms in all parts of the world. May its aspirations be accordingly fulfilled! Translated by Dr Gyurme Dorje.)

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Friday, July 16, 2010

First North American Kagyu Monlam

As most readers already know, the First North American Kagyu Monlam is currently underway in New York. 

Bloggers in attendance are reporting that on Chokhor Duchen, Thrangu Rinpoche bestowed the Akshobya empowerment to a crowd of approximately 700 people and one special guest.

Here, from the Kagyu Monlam's official blog:
"At the conclusion of the empowerment, Rinpoche sat patiently at the front of the stage in a chair, blessing each person with the vase of water consecrated with the mandala of Akshobya. One of the more interesting participants waiting in the line was a large white rabbit, carried by a loving friend in a small cardboard box. As the woman brought her rabbit to Rinpoche for blessing, he smiled, touched the vase right between the rabbit's ears, and trickled blessed saffron water on its head!"
Rabbits are well appreciated in the Kagyu tradition. The 13th Karmapa was particularly fond of rabbits, and you often see one depicted in paintings of him. Why this is so, is a study unto itself.

Here at Digital Tibetan Buddhist Altar, we extend profound respect and best wishes to Thrangu Rinpoche, to all attendees at the First North American Kagyu Monlam, and to the peerless Wisdom Dakini who assisted the bodhisattva in rabbit form.

Things are not as they seem, nor are they otherwise.



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Tuesday, July 13, 2010

Heart Sutra In Massachusetts for Chokhor Duchen

Ogyen Tulku has returned to the United States from Taiwan, and at 7:00 p.m. on Thursday the 15th of July -- Chokhor Duchen - will be teaching the Heart Sutra at Gospel of Grace Church in Springfield, Massachusetts. You can get further details from the Buddha of Compassion Society website.


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Monday, July 12, 2010

Weekly Tibetan Astrology: July 12 - July 18, 2010


NOTE: Earth spirits are featured on Monday and Tuesday. Usually, when we see this particular pattern, we see some risk of geological upset, i.e. earthquakes and so forth. The season is important, as this week we enter the sixth month. That aside, the week is built around Chokhor Duchen, on Thursday: one of our so-called "ten million days." The next such day won't be until late October, so make the most of this one.

July 12, 2010 - Chinese 1st, M-T-K 1st. Monkey, Zin, Red 7. Today is yan kwong. Gains are possible today, but at some risk of discord.

July 13, 2010 - Chinese 3rd, M-T-K 2nd. Dog, Li, Red 9. Today is zin phung. Note omitted lunar day in Chinese practice. Gains are probable today, with little chance of opposition.

July 14, 2010 - Chinese 4th, M-T-K 3rd. Pig, Khon, White 1. There may be some concerns today, so conserve your energies for later success. Good day for long life practices.

July 15, 2010 - Chinese 5th, M-T-K 4th. Mouse, Dwa, Black 2. Chokhor Duchen. The effects of actions, whether positive or negative, are multiplied ten million times today (next such day in October).

July 16, 2010 - Chinese 6th, M-T-K  5th. Ox, Khen, Blue 3. You can make forward strides today, despite some tendency to opposition.

July 17, 2010 -  Chinese 7th, M-T-K 6th. Tiger, Kham, Green 4. Negative energies today, pointing to fatigue and failure.

July 18, 2010 - Chinese 8th, M-T-K 7th. Rabbit, Gin, Yellow 5.  Today is Baden, so no prayer flags. Success and accomplishment possible.

Naga observations for the sixth  month: Five really good days this month --  lunar 8, 15, 25, 29, 30, and offerings also possible on 4, 17, 18.  Three bad days -- 1, 3, 6, 7, 9, 11, 13, 16, 19, 22.

Consult our extended discussion of 2010 astrology by clicking here.

Published every Monday at 00:01 香港時間 but written in advance and auto-posted. See our Introduction to Daily Tibetan Astrology for background information. If you know the symbolic animal of your birth year, you can get information about your positive and negative days by clicking here. If you don't know the symbolic animal of your birth year, you can obtain that information by clicking here. For specific information about the astrology of 2010, inclusive of elements, earth spirits, and so forth, please consult our extended discussion by clicking here.  Click here for Hong Kong Observatory conversion tables. Weekly Tibetan Astrology copyright (c) 2010. All rights reserved.

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Saturday, July 10, 2010

Visit With the Beauty of Xiaohe

I spent an entire day with an old girlfriend -- a 3,800 year old girlfriend to be exact -- when I was finally, after much anticipation, able to visit the Bowers Museum in Orange County, California, to attend their "Secrets of the Silk Road" exhibition. The lady in question is the justly famous "Beauty of Xiaohe:" the mummified, Bronze Age remains of a Caucasian woman recovered from western China's desert. Astute readers will recall we examined this subject last December, in what surprisingly became one of the most popular posts we have ever published.

This is a world-class presentation, displaying state-of-the-art curation, that really is worth a visit. The  exhibition displays important archaeological finds along the Silk Road, in juxtaposition to huge, life-sized, photographic murals depicting the exact location where the objects were found. This gives you the sense of being at the site yourself, encountering the artifacts precisely as they were first encountered by the archaeologists.

Support for the exhibition is first class. The catalog is well done, and they have the full range of Silk Road scholastic studies -- virtually everything of substance now available in print -- available for immediate purchase. I decided to get The Tarim Mummies; Ancient China and the Mystery of the Earliest Peoples from the West, by J.P. Mallory and Victor H. Mair. I like this book for its coverage of the so-called Subeshi witches.

This was an incredibly difficult collection to bring -- negotiation took several years -- coming all the way from the Xinjiang Uygur Autonomous Region Museum and the Xinjiang Institute of Archaeology in Ürümchi, China. Much of the credit for the exhibition's success in that regard goes to  philanthropist Anne Shih, a most cultured, charming, and persuasive Taiwanese lady who should probably be working in the Department of State. Mrs. Shih is also the one who convinced the Chinese government to allow her to bring a collection direct from the Potala -- the Bowers Museum's justly famous exhibition "Tibet: Treasures from the Roof of the World."

Mrs. Shih has an eye for the evolution of Buddhist art, and she tries to cultivate this interest in others. In consequence, the Bowers is developing special expertise in the area. This, of course, is what interests me the most, and I was pleased to see that the Silk Road exhibit also included Buddhist artifacts for examination. 

I particularly like to see things from the Tang dynasty (June 18, 618 – June 4, 907) -- things from Padmasambhava's time. You know, we sometimes look at Padmasambhava's era and get a sort of unnatural view. So, it seems helpful to examine the various cultural forces that greeted his arrival in Tibet through the medium of examining the era's arts. You quickly see that the suppositions we bring to study of Padmasambhava's life and times are not always realistic.

One of the things we find -- and it seems we are finding more and more evidence of this -- is that there were already numbers of blue-eyed Buddhists; indeed, it seems they were already about  and abroad for several centuries before Padmasambhava's time.  One likes to speculate about what sort of Buddhists they might have been.

Regardless, the "Secrets of the Silk Road" exhibition at the Bowers ends on July 25th, after which it travels to Houston, and then on to Philadelphia, where it is scheduled to open in February 2011. By the way -- the "secret" of this exhibition is that many of the artifacts predate the known Silk Road by some 2,000 years, demonstrating a much earlier, and flourishing West to East exchange -- a "global village" of sorts, operating well before anyone previously suspected it was possible.

Of course, we have always known that Westerners come in contact with Buddhism several centuries before Tibetans do -- but recent scholarship is coming closer to establishing that Westerners come in contact with Buddhist beliefs at the very time of Shakyamuni Buddha himself. We are also coming closer to establishing the earliest contact between Westerners and tantric beliefs. 

I would like to thank the fine people at the Bowers -- some of whom I have known for over twenty-five years -- for making my visit there so pleasant and memorable.

SEE OUR RELATED POSTS:
The Beauty of Xiaohe
Blue-Eyed Buddhists in the Ninth Century
Silk Road Archaeology: What If?


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Friday, July 09, 2010

Tarthang Rinpoche Restores Swayambhu Stupa: Rejoice

"These signs and sufferings will awaken the mind of a man, and
disgusted with the human condition, favoured in his actions and
governed by sympathy and compassion towards the sufferers, he
will dedicate himself to the restoration of the Great Stupa. He
will aspire to the highest human achievement and fulfill his wish
to rebuild perfection." -- Padmasambhava




His Holiness Trulshik Rinpoche, Supreme Head of the Nyingmapa is in that helicopter you see in the above photograph, performing the re-consecration of the Swayambhu Stupa, following completion of the complete restoration sponsored by Kyabje Tarthang Rinpoche. This is in fact the first restoration in over ninety years, and the fifteenth restoration in the last 1500 years.

Here you see the final step in the restoration: the pata, or hanging belt, with the great seal of the Tibetan Nyingmapa Meditation Center, in Berkeley, California -- the seat of the authentic Nyingma lineage in the West -- above which is the dedication plaque, composed by Trulshik Rinpoche in honor of the Great Being, Kyabje Tarthang Rinpoche, the living emanation of Padmasambhava, and prophesied restorer of the stupa.

Here, the belt is being taken in procession around the stupa, before being hoisted and installed on the West or Amitabha side.
"And all living creatures engaged in the restoration of the
Great Stupa, after three reawakenings, are reborn with the body
of a man or god, a pure vessel for the nectar of Dharma, and
finally attain Buddhahood in the Western Buddhafield of
Sukhavati, the Pure Land of Bliss. Whoever has put trust in the
Great Stupa, whoever has found joy in the nature of the Great
Stupa, whoever has shown devotion to the Great Stupa and whoever
rejoices with the Bodhisattvas when the Restoration of the Great
Stupa has been completed, after seven rebirths, sits at the head
of the Vidhyadharas in the Infinite Palace of Lotus Light in the
Glorious Copper Coloured Mountain of Ngayab in the southwest. Any
living creature who envisions the Great Restoration with his eye,
or hears its vibration with his ear, or imagines it in his mind
or feels it with his body has all traces of unknowing action, the
stains of sixty-thousand great aeons of ignorance, removed from
his mind. All men engaged with the Great Being in the Restoration
of the Great Stupa either with or without understanding, trust or
devotion receive a part of his supreme realization and spiritual
power, and arriving at the end of human experience, they live in
the Reality of the Vidhyadharas at the feet of Orgyen Rinpoche
himself."


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Thursday, July 08, 2010

Longchenpa's Prophetic Message to Western Buddhists

Klong-chen rab-'byams-pa, or Longchenpa (1308 - 1364) needs no introduction. There is no aspect of Buddhism as it was practiced in Tibet that is not touched -- and touched profoundly -- by his smallest word. Longchenpa is indeed identical with Guru Rinpoche.

Among the works written late in his life is the following, beautifully translated by Ken McLeod as Thirty Pieces of Sincere Advice. We have featured Mr. McLeod's really rather stunning work here before, and recommend a click-'o-the-link to his treasure trove of Dharma. Like most translators, he could also use your support, so when you visit his site, give serious thought to generosity.

Now, despite the title of this post -- which is deliberately stinky -- there is no hermeneutic evidence that Longchenpa wrote the following for those in the West who are sporting with "teaching" Buddhism and "building" Buddhist institutions. Taken literally, anyone would be disposed to say that he wrote it as a reflection of conditions and observations in 14th century Tibet. 

However, I defy any intellectually honest person to read these words and say they are not prophetic. I defy anyone to say they are not applicable -- and that is uniquely applicable -- to those in the West who like to think themselves wildly involved with transplanting Buddhism as practiced in Tibet, whether we are talking about indigenous Westerners or the legion of lamas who have come to tame them. 

Maybe we should not confine this to Westerners, but also include the empire builders of Taiwan, Singapore, India, and elsewhere -- everywhere the dreaded words "we need ... " are uttered -- so if it seems I have unfairly singled out Westerners, then I do apologize, albeit not very sincerely.

Matter of fact, to relieve the problem of specific censure or approbation -- which I have admittedly introduced with the single-minded intention of disturbing you enough to actually read the translation --  I defy anyone, anywhere to read these words and not see themselves.

Because what we have here is a handy catalog of all the stuff that gets in the way -- all the stuff that keeps on getting in the way -- all the stuff we do instead of doing what we should be doing. Here, in a few terse passages, is the road map into and out of every practitioner's blind canyon.

This work is not confined to any one time or place. 

This work arises because we are human. 

Read, memorize, or print out and stick on the wall.

Prophecy is not about then, but now.

-o-o-O-o-o-

From the infinite sky of your pristine awareness, the totality of experience,
and the great clouds of your aspirations and prayers
Warm rays of compassion and showers of elixir stream down,
Ripening the three forms in the fields, your students' minds.
I bow to you, my teacher, my protector, supreme among the Three Jewels.


With stronger aspirations I might have joined the practice lineage.
I didn't make the effort and now enter the twilight of a meaningless life.
I intended to follow the ancient masters, but I've given up and I see others like me.
So, I'll outline these thirty pieces of sincere advice to evoke some determination in me.

Too bad! You've built up a large following, one way or another.
You look after a large institution where all the right conditions are present.
But it's all just a basis for conflict and ideas like "This is mine."
Live alone - that's my sincere advice. 

In public ceremonies you heal children or subdue demons.
You give your capabilities away to the crowd.
Because you really want food and money, your own needs cloud your judgment.
Tame your own mind - that's my sincere advice. 

You collect a lot of pledges from the poor
And use them to build big monuments, help the needy, and so on.
The good works you do cause others to live badly.
Goodness must be in your mind - that's my sincere advice. 

You've taught the Dharma to others because you wanted to be famous.
You cleverly keep a large circle of admirers around you.
To take these to be real is the seed of pride.
Limit your projects - that's my sincere advice. 

You earn money by trading, charging interest, cheating or other dishonest ways.
Although you make large offerings with your accumulated wealth,
Good actions based on greed lead to the eight conventional concerns.
Cultivate non-attachment - that's my sincere advice. 

Although you think you're serving the welfare of beings
By acting as a guarantor, witness or advocate to help settle others' disputes,
Your own opinions will inevitably assert themselves.
Don't be concerned - that's my sincere advice. 

Your political power, wealth, connections, good fortune and reputation
May spread all over the world.
When you die, these things will not help you at all.
Work at your practice - that's my sincere advice. 

Managers, assistants, directors, and such
Provide the infrastructure for both communities and religious institutions.
But your involvement in such matters gives rise to worry and concern.
Limit your business - that's my sincere advice. 

You take what you need, images, offerings,
Books, cooking gear, whatever, and stay in solitude.
Right now you have it all together but later difficulties and disputes arise.
Don't need anything - that's my sincere advice. 

In these difficult times you may feel that it is helpful
To be sharp and critical with aggressive people around you.
This approach will just be a source of distress and confusion for you.
Speak calmly - that's my sincere advice. 

Intending to be helpful and without personal investment,
You tell your friends what is really wrong with them.
You may have been honest but your words gnaw at their heart.
Speak pleasantly - that's my sincere advice. 

You engage in discussions, defending your views and refuting others'
Thinking that you are clarifying the teachings.
But this just gives rise to emotional posturing.
Keep quiet - that's my sincere advice. 

You feel that you are being loyal
By being partial to your teacher, lineage or philosophical tradition.
Boosting yourself and putting down others just cause hard feelings.
Have nothing to do with all this - that's my sincere advice. 

As you carefully go over the teachings you've studied
You may think that picking out others' mistakes is real understanding.
You will just build up a lot of negative fixations.
Keep your perception clear - that's my sincere advice. 

Mindless talk of emptiness ignores causation.
You may think the ultimate teaching is that there is nothing to do,
But when you stop the two ways of growing , your practice will wither.
Cultivate these two together - that's my sincere advice. 

You think that you will enhance your practice by taking a partner
And transforming sexual energy in the context of the third empowerment,
But the path of non-retention has snared many great meditators.
Keep to the natural path - that's my sincere advice. 

Giving empowerments to those who aren't ready,
Or even distributing sacred materials in large gatherings,
Leads to abuse and causes commitments to be broken.
Be precise - that's my sincere advice. 

You may think that you practice deliberate behavior
By going naked in public and shocking people in other ways.
Such actions just cause ordinary people not to trust the Dharma.
Be impeccable - that's my sincere advice. 

You work at being ethical, learned, and noble
So that you will be the best person in your district.
But from this peak you can only fall to a lower status.
Be moderate - that's my sincere advice. 

Wherever you live, in towns, spiritual communities or in isolation,
Don't seek out special friends.
Don't be close or at odds with anyone, no matter who is around.
Be independent - that's my sincere advice. 

Maybe you appear deferential and appreciative
To your faithful supporters who provide you with your livelihood,
But in deceiving others you only entangle yourself.
Treat everyone equally - that's my sincere advice. 

Countless books on divination, astrology, medicine and other subjects
Describe ways to read signs. They do add to your learning,
But they generate new thoughts and your stable attention breaks up.
Cut down on this kind of knowledge - that's my sincere advice. 

You stop arranging your usual living space,
But make everything just right for your retreat.
This makes little sense and just wastes time.
Forget all this - that's my sincere advice. 

You make an effort at practice and become a good and knowledgeable person.
You may even master some particular capabilities.
But whatever you attach to will tie you up.
Be unbiased and know how to let things be - that's my sincere advice. 

You may think awakened activity means to subdue skeptics
By using sorcery, directing or warding off hail or lightning, for example.
But to burn the minds of others will lead you to lower states.
Keep a low profile - that's my sincere advice. 

Maybe you collect a lot of important writings,
Major texts, personal instructions, private notes, whatever.
If you haven't practiced, books won't help you when you die.
Look at the mind - that's my sincere advice. 

When you focus on practice, to compare understandings and experience,
Write books or poetry, to compose songs about your experience
Are all expressions of your creativity. But they just give rise to thinking.
Keep yourself free from intellectualization - that's my sincere advice. 

When a thought arises, the key is to look right at it.
When you know about mind, the key is to be right there.
Although there isn't anything to cultivate, the key is to keep cultivating.
Keep yourself free of distraction - that's my sincere advice. 

Act from emptiness knowing the effects of your actions.
When you understand not doing, observe the three vows.
With non-referential compassion work to help beings
Keep the two ways of growing inseparable - that's my sincere advice. 

I've studied with many learned and masterful teachers and received their profound instruction.
I've read some profound sutras and tantras and understood a little of them.
But I don't practice what I know. It's too bad. I just fool myself.
So, for me and those like me I offer these thirty pieces of sincere advice.

May the good from writing these verses with this attitude of determination
Guide all beings out of the desolation of existence and bring them great joy.
May we follow the way of the buddhas of the three times, their followers and the ancient masters,
And become their great and powerful offspring as well.


Thirty Pieces of Sincere Advice was written by Tsultrim Lodru out of some slight feelings of determination. Ken McLeod translated this work because it spoke to him. Tenpa reprinted this work because it flat out shouted to him.

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Wednesday, July 07, 2010

One Hundred More Moon Reflections


Your own understanding, or lack thereof, of the precise character of your association with another human being can tear out your heart when you least expect it.

It can take years to get over the surprise.

A little thing can haunt your mind: a picture that will not stop flickering.

It is just no use to ask why, or wish it otherwise. Rivers of rice whiskey spilling into oceans of  tiny tears do not wash even one moment of it away.

Much, much worse is the long, dry day when a wild July wind brings it all back, and you are forced to tell yourself yes, it really happened, and yes, this is all that's left. It doesn't have anything to do with love. It has everything to do with being human, and a random trigger that squeezes the memory of the excited sweetness of summer past.

Take a deep breath.
Those songs I composed for you; really, I also composed them for myself.
Those poems I wrote for myself; really, I also wrote them for everyone else.
Those things I did for myself and others; really, I did them for nobody.
Those prayers I never offered because I stopped running from moon to moon.
Back and forth on the Kowloon Canton Railway, every stop from Tsim Sha Tsui to Lo Wu engraved in bone: the white birds that rise when we pass through the New Territories, circling over the backyard gardens, where the city of the fragrant harbor and stinky streets turns into green before it meets another gray. The flowers shift their faces to watch the flashing windows pass as the train's long, rushing breath inhales the afternoon.

Cyclic existence is cyclic existence.

Everybody is either talking on a cell phone or staring at a cell phone. Everybody changes SIMS between Tai Wo and Fanling. The younger ladies are establishing rank with luckless variations on Louis/Luxury Vuitton/Vinyl. The floor is blocked with cheap plaid carry totes so big you wonder how the older ladies manage. Are they smuggling Hong Kong back to Shenzhen in pieces, one trip at a time?

Where does Hong Kong go when 九廣鐵路 disappears into 深圳地铁 ? Even Mong Kok isn't Mong Kok anymore but Mong Kok "East."

Ah ya, Mong Kok is Mong Kok. They say that if you stand in Mong Kok, you are standing in the most heavily populated place on planet earth. If you stand there long enough, you will see everyone you ever wanted to see. 

The catch is, you can never get tired of waiting. If you get tired of waiting, and blink your eyes, you'll miss the one you've been waiting for.
I know this from experience. 
I went there, and I waited for what seemed a very long time. 
Finally, I got tired. 
I did not see you there.
Maybe I did not see you there because I had already seen you there?
Because I did not see you does that mean I have extinguished you? The thoughts and emotions are finally dead? Are they cremated on the fire of your memory or buried in the memory of your fire? It doesn't have anything to do with love. It has everything to do with being human, and the appeal of rhetoric between stations.

I close my eyes. 

Is your only reflection at Mong Kok?

Songs, poems, things, and unspoken prayers unravel over and over, like a string wound and unwound around a finger. When the very fact of any given situation negates any conceivably useful  question, the only thing left to do is make an offering of all forms appearing.
All forms appearing in the vast three thousand worlds,
I offer as the supreme mudra of body.
Please grant the siddhi of unchanging form.


All sound, and sources of sound, appearing in the vast three thousand worlds,
I offer as the supreme mudra of speech.
Please grant the siddhi of unimpeded speech.


All mind’s discursive thoughts in the vast three thousand worlds,
I offer as the supreme mudra of mind.
Please grant the siddhi of undeluded mind.


All happiness and suffering in the vast three thousand worlds,
I offer as the mudra of auspiciousness.
May all sky be pervaded by great bliss.


If suffering, I will bear the suffering of all beings.
May the Ocean of Samara’s suffering dry up.
So, my dear --

It is again July everywhere people measure by months and summer where they measure by seasons and I am not waiting in Mong Kok with songs, poems, things, and prayers spinning around my finger anymore. Every "I Love You" is engraved in bone just like the KCR stations. The birds have not yet come to rest and the old gardens are faded snapshots along the railway river. The narrow wind is now but a desultory breeze.
I am an old garden
beside a river
no better than its shores,
where flowers no longer
turn to the light
but become stained glass
that admits color, not life.


I am an old garden
no one is left to harvest,
where nothing else matters
except the weathered glories
of sun, moon and stars
fallen to the ground
like neglected bounty.


I am an old garden
where once you paused
and inhaled the afternoon;
where the things you planted
grow wild without you,
as careless as your promises;
careful as wind across long grass.


What was it that guided your heart?
The wind, the long grass,
or one hundred more moon reflections?
My dear! If you ever find yourself struggling to fix a situation you simply cannot fix, stop traveling back and forth, struggling to fix the situation.

Fix your gaze instead.

This is for a flickering picture of the Kowloon Canton Railway, as it was for me one summer past. In the key of A, for guitar, and the rabbits.

Sincerely,
老东西
Lao Dongxi





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Tuesday, July 06, 2010

Technical Note

I am not ignoring the comments you are sending. Blogger is experiencing unusual technical issues. I answer your comments but then my answers disappear. They seem to disappear sequentially, i.e. if I post three replies, they disappear one by one. Your comments are "sticking," but mine are not. Looks like a synchronization issue.
 
Thank you for your patience.
 
 
 

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Happy Birthday to the Dalai Lama

I often think one of the very best aspects of living at this time is the opportunity to see and hear the Fourteenth Dalai Lama, who is seventy-five today. How fortunate we are! Long may he remain, protected by the infinite good wishes of the numberless beings he benefits.


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Monday, July 05, 2010

Weekly Tibetan Astrology: July 5 - July 11, 2010


NOTE: A dakini I know was fond of saying, "If you don't expect the unexpected, the unexpected never happens," and this week is the case study. Trouble is, most of us have been expecting the unexpected, and here comes the payoff. If you are one of those people for whom the Harry Potter films have a documentary-like quality, the concluding week in the fifth lunar month of this Tiger year is an opportune time to get out your wand.

July 5, 2010 - Chinese 24th, M-T-K 24th. Ox, Zon, Red 9. Today is zin phung. Good day to buy a car and travel far. Best drive to the temple and do a long life puja.

July 6, 2010 - Chinese 25th, M-T-K 25th. Tiger, Li, White 1. Birthday of Fourteenth Dalai Lama.  It is possible to overcome all obstacles on this day. Dakini Day. Today's energies presage abrupt reversals in some circumstances, and that sound you hear may be a dime dropping.

July 7, 2010 - Chinese 26th, M-T-K 26th. Rabbit, Khon, Black 2. What we regard as "sudden misfortune" invariably has its roots in past actions. Today, some of us might be pondering those actions. Maybe that wasn't a dime. Maybe that was an anvil... the one with "Acme" written on the side.

July 8, 2010 - Chinese 27th, M-T-K 26th. Dragon, Dwa, Blue 3. Note doubled day in Tibetan practice. Swiftly arising conflict and surprise antagonism is possible.

July 9, 2010 - Chinese 28th, M-T-K  28th. Snake, Khen, Green 4. Note omitted day in Tibetan practice. A positive day in all respects. Don't disturb the wood element.

July 10, 2010 -  Chinese 29th, M-T-K 29th. Horse, Kham, Yellow 5.  Dharmapala Day. Never mind the tea. Break out the hard stuff. Some obstructions. Weather or other natural factors can be featured.

July 11, 2010 - Chinese 30th, M-T-K 39th. Sheep, Gin, White 6.  Total Solar Eclipse. Effects of positive and negative actions multiplied by ten thousand. Today is zin phung. New moon arrives. Extremely negative energies, indicative of war or sudden acts of a hostile nature. 

Naga observations for the fifth  month: Only one really good day this month --  lunar 15, but offerings also possible on 9, 17, 18, 19, 20, 21, 23, 25, 27.  Nine bad days -- 1, 2, 5, 6, 7, 10, 12, 16, 22.

Consult our extended discussion of 2010 astrology by clicking here.

Published every Monday at 00:01 香港時間 but written in advance and auto-posted. See our Introduction to Daily Tibetan Astrology for background information. If you know the symbolic animal of your birth year, you can get information about your positive and negative days by clicking here. If you don't know the symbolic animal of your birth year, you can obtain that information by clicking here. For specific information about the astrology of 2010, inclusive of elements, earth spirits, and so forth, please consult our extended discussion by clicking here.  Click here for Hong Kong Observatory conversion tables. Weekly Tibetan Astrology copyright (c) 2010. All rights reserved.

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Sunday, July 04, 2010

Each One A Kiss Goodbye

"When you reach the broken promised land
Every dream slips through your hands 
And you'll know that it's too late to change your mind 
'Cause you've paid the price to come so far 
Just to wind up where you are 
And you're still just across the borderline."
                                                      --Ry Cooder

Generally speaking, borders are celebrated by their collapse but here we are talking about life and death. Generally speaking, people celebrate life and fear death. Celebrations create memories and fears create myth. We have all this culturally-spawned, subconscious myth about death, like cobwebs in a shuttered room. 

We think we are going to Heaven, or maybe even Hell. 

Religion does not help this sort of thinking at all; not one little bit. This sort of thinking is how religion stays in business.

The essentially immediate nature of spirituality argues against the stale construct of religion. Spirituality specifically and beneficially argues against dragging a sack full of habits across the borderline. 

We often hear that we are either experiencing or creating our own heavens and hells right here and now. While that is sophistry at its finest, the notion still has allure. It could be true, and if it is, what a wonderfully anarchistic world becomes available. Makes you want to chuck a brick through the nearest stained glass window.
"If a hundred people sleep and dream, each of them will experience a different world in his dream. Everyone’s dream might be said to be true, but it would be meaningless to ascertain that only one person’s dream was the true world and all others were fallacies. There is truth for each perceiver according to the karmic patterns conditioning his perceptions." ~ Kalu Rinpoche
There is also that lovely moon, you know? The one that seems to be up in the sky and seems to be reflected in every conceivable body of water. If you set out a hundred vases, filled with water, that one moon will be reflected one hundred times. Should we waste any time arguing about which is the true reflection?  

Oh, this all too brief reflection... this fragile, fleeting life that ends almost as soon as it begins! If someone lives one hundred years we think it is remarkable. Imagine that! 

The hundred years, dreams, and reflections all dissolve into themselves. In one way, appearances seem limitless but in another way they seem utterly devoid of any quality whatsoever. So, if you are splashing heaven and hell all over appearances maybe you are making a mistake in all directions.
"We live in illusion and the appearance of things. There is a reality. We are that reality. When we understand this, we see that we are nothing. And being nothing, we are everything. That is all." ~ Kalu Rinpoche
There is that point in the empowerments, remember? When the deity who is masquerading as a lama who is masquerading as a deity giving an empowerment holds up a crystal. This is not a crystal as in all New Age-y crystal, although probably not a whole lot of people understand. You see that light has dissolved in the crystal but it is still immediately available. Where is the borderline?

We could say there is no clear demarcation between that which is reflected and its reflection. We could say there is no clear demarcation between the dream of life and the dream of death. You are going to argue with that, aren't you? You're going to say, "Well.. what about when you stop breathing? That's a pretty clear demarcation!" Sounds reasonable.

What is the difference between a mind that thinks it is breathing and a mind that thinks it has stopped breathing? 
"The greatest of all cemeteries, is the place where all our thoughts and emotions come to die." ~ Kalu Rinpoche
It is useful to stop cultivating any notion of possession as applied to any notion of borderlines.  The idea "Ah Ya! I am dead!" can really be a flood of suffering. Is there actually a permanent "you" who is going to possess anything? A permanent "you" who is going to walk on streets paved with gold, or boil in a cauldron of oil?

Every ant in the anthill knows his job. Every ant in the anthill expends all of his energy on the business of the anthill. No ant possesses the anthill. Do you ever watch them? They scurry back and forth, carrying things from one place to another. The things they carry seem quite meaningless to us: miniscule bits of nothing. Yet, this is where the whole of their energy is devoted: picking up, carrying, and putting down things they do not possess in an ownerless space.

If you want to see it that way. 

You could also see these ants as your own appearances, in which case the whole affair becomes without identity or characteristic. Maybe you are believing in a "you" and a "them," and you think you exist according to this belief, just as all one hundred of you believe in all one hundred of your dreams.

If you step on an ant, who has crossed what borderline?

Since organized religion and religious craziness seems devoted to giving you fear, and since fear is -- in its entirety -- predicated on hope, it seems counterproductive to hold out any hope at all, doesn't it? If I hold out any hope, am I contributing to your misery or offering potential alleviation of your misery?

If you want to come back here and do this all over again, look up and see the river of light.

"Up and down the Rio Grande
A thousand footprints in the sand
Reveal a secret no one can define
The river flows on like a breath
In between our life and death
Tell me who's the next to cross the borderline."

If, on the other hand, you want to stop breathing under the best possible circumstances then I don't know how that would be possible without faith in your teacher and without coming to know the nature of mind.

In either case, you are erasing borders, not crossing them.

When we are young, we practice living. When we fall asleep, we are thinking about tomorrow. As we get older, we practice dying. When we fall asleep, we know that there are no guarantees.

When any kiss could be the last kiss, how sweet and true are the kisses: each one a kiss goodbye.

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Happy Fourth of July

Dharma is safe and sound in America, where most things are possible. Some things are impossible. Nobody is tearing up paintings, melting down statues, or burning books. Nobody is throwing anybody in jail because they refuse to denounce the Dalai Lama. Nobody is tearing down temples, or turning them into tourist attractions. True, this is a crazy place full of crazy people, but until you find a better crazy place --- Happy Fourth of July.


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Friday, July 02, 2010

Wind Divination 風角

"The fact is, heaven has its emblems, and yet they are not manifest in human speech. It revolves the stellar essences up above, pours forth the divine luminance into the world below, marks the winds and the clouds to reveal anomalies, and employs as agents the birds and beasts for communication with the spirits. Now, in revealing anomalies, the winds and clouds are definitely marked by rising and fallings, and in communication with the spirits, there must be natural sounds fitted to the central musical spirits."
                                                                                                                              --Kuan Lu

Night before last, I was watching a rather smashing Chinese film, Red Cliff, which dramatizes an event at the close of the Han dynasty: a decisive battle was won by observing the winds. I found this captivating, because I have a long time interest in 風角 (feng jiao, or feng chiao): divination by means of the wind.

So, I went searching around in boxes for a couple of hours, and came up with a small booklet on the subject I wrote in 1980, later re-published (in an even smaller edition) by Lantian Haiyang Yixuede Zhensuo, in 2002. This is entitled Wind Angles: The Rare Art of Feng-chiao

Now, at the time it was first published, this was about the only thing on the subject you could find in the English language. I believe that since then, there has been some small scholastic interest. I see a 1988 item from Michael Loewe in the SOARS Bulletin, "The Oracles of the Clouds and the Winds," later incorporated in his 1994 work, Divination, mythology and monarchy in Han China, wherein he says, yes indeed, the term feng-chiao emerges in the later Han, when the art itself became used for military matters. We also find notice in Richard J. Smith's 1991 book, Fortune-Tellers & Philosophers: Divination in Traditional Chinese Society.

Watching films, like reading comic books, is no good for you, and collecting obscure academic efforts is even worse.

I once had a conversation with Trungpa Rinpoche about the art, which he found endlessly fascinating. We were at Barnet, Vermont, in 1971 -- this was the occasion when he officiated at my wedding -- and we were watching the wind change direction across a small valley. I was predicting when this would happen, and so we began chatting about feng-chiao. Rinpoche began discoursing at length about the seed syllable YAM -- one of those fragile, spontaneous transmissions that quite simply overwhelm  at the time. This segued into a rollicking discourse on tsa-lung, so now you know what led up to the wedding. These things that happen inside also happen outside, don't you know?

As to using observation of the wind as a means of divination, Rinpoche reckoned it was "utterly natural and appropriate," but felt that the classically pure Chinese art was largely unknown in Tibet, with the possible exception of Princess Wen Cheng. This is reasonable, because the art really found full flower in the Tang dynasty. This is something that would have been completely familiar to her.

When you begin thinking about these things, you also recognize that in early Sino-Tibetan Buddhist art, the wind goddess is often depicted holding a white scarf. Our illustration, above, is actually from Kizil, but you get the idea. Tibet is of course one of the windiest places on earth, and we immediately connect Tibetans with scarves. When you are given a scarf, you are really being gifted with a wind of good fortune. See how the mind endlessly elaborates? That is how divination works: by striking concordances between elaborations.

So, then ---

Here are a few comments from around 30 years ago -- maybe even longer than that -- interspersed with vague medical breezes from there and since.

Of winds there are eight names to know, associated in turn with eight directions; eight trigrams; eight sub-seasons of forty-five days each; eight musical instruments; fives tones, and twelve pitches. To know these is to know the foundation of feng-chiao. To know the foundation of feng-chiao is to know the character of coming events.

T'IAO: The directing wind.
Direction: North East; trigram, ken; tone, chio; instrument, mouth organ; season, winter-spring year begins; element, latent wood; favored activities, issuance of unimportant dispatches, dismissing, delaying, restraining. In medical terms, this is the ferocious wind. If morbid, it settles in the large intestine and lodges externally under the bones below the lateral costal region and axilla, and in the limb joints.

MING-HSU: The wind that illuminates all beings.
Direction: East; trigram, chen; tone, chih; instrument, flute; season, spring; element, wood; dominant activities, appoint boundaries, repair fields. In medical terms, this is the infant wind. If morbid, it settles in the liver and lodges externally between the sinews and the bone, where it is capable of giving rise to dampness.

CH'ING-MING: The wind of pure brightness.
Direction: South East; trigram, sun; tone, shang; instrument, wood clapper; season, spring-summer; element, latent fire; favored activities, issue presents of silk, keep all employed. In medical terms, this is the enfeebling wind. If morbid, it settles in the stomach and lodges externally in the muscles, where it is capable of giving rise to generalized heaviness.

CHING: The wind of bright sunlight.
Direction: South; trigram, li; tone, kung; instrument, lute; season, summer; element, fire; favored activities, give ranks to nobles, reward the meritorious. In medical terms, this is the great enfeebling wind. If morbid, it settles in the heart and lodges externally in the vessels, where it is capable of giving rise to heat.

LIANG: The cool breeze.
Direction: South West; trigram, k'un; tone, kung; instrument, earthern crock; season, summer-autumn; element, latent metal; favored activities, report on efficiency of the land, make sacrifices at the four suburbs. In medical terms, this is the intriguing wind, or mou feng. If morbid, it settles in the spleen and lodges externally in the muscles, where it is capable of giving rise to weakness.

CH'ANG-HO: The wind of gates shut upon efflugent sunlight.
Direction: West; trigram, tuei; tone, yu; instrument, bells; season, autumn; element, metal; favored activities, conservation. In medical terms, this is the unyielding wind, or gang feng. If morbid, it settles in the lung and lodges externally in the skin, where it is capable of giving rise to dryness.

PU-CHOU: The wind of imperfection.
Direction: North West; trigram, ch'ien; tone, chio; instrument, stone chimes; season, autumn-winter; element, latent water; favored activities, repair palaces and dwellings, improve banks and city walls. In medical terms, this is the breaking wind. If morbid, it settles in the small intestine and lodges externally in the hand tai yang vessel. If the vessel expires there is diarrhea; if the vessel is blocked, there is flow stoppage often giving rise to sudden death.

KUANG-MO: The wind of devoidness of extensive power.
Direction: North; trigram, k'an; tone, shang; instrument, drum; season, winter year ends; element, water; favored activities, close gates and bridges, execute punishments. In medical terms, this is the great unyielding wind. If morbid, it settles in the kidney and lodges externally in the bones and paravertebral sinews in the shoulder and the upper back, where it is capable of giving rise to cold.

The whole of the art as commonly practiced is to make observation of the wind on a specific day, noting its direction of origin, time of origin, intensity, and characteristic. One then relates the observation to experience and makes prognostication as to the state of affairs to come. One also notes the tones produced by the categories of beings, such as the tones produced by throngs of people or birds, analyzing these in terms of the eight directions, twelve pitches, and the time of day.

The five tones and twelve pitches are as follows:

KUNG: The tone of princes. The rumbling of thunder in autumn; the army is of good accord; soldiers and officers agree; the element is earth.

SHANG: The tone of ministers. The peals of thunder in autumn; great victory in battles; strong soldiers; the element is metal.

CHIO: The tone of people. The violent winds of summer; the army is troubled; soldiers lose courage; the element is wood.

CHIH: The tone of affairs. Lightning flashes in autumn; the army is restkess and irritated; soldiers are tired; the element is fire.

YU: The tone of beings. Cloudburst in spring and summer; soldiers are soft; no glory in battle; the element is water.

The twelve pitches are the common ones, viz. huang, thai, ku, jui, i, wu, ta, chia, chung, lin, nan, ying.

How are such things possible? The Chinese practitioners have given us their explanation, based on the theory of correspondences. There is also a basis acceptable Western science. For example: relative humidity impacts the transmission of sound waves according to their frequency. The higher the humidity, the greater the transmission distance.

Acoustical engineers from UCLA conducted a series of studies in a concert hall to examine the phenomena. They found that at 15% relative humidity, a 4,000Hz tone lasts 2.5 seconds. Under conditions of higher humidity the same tone lasts 4.5 seconds. They also determined that a higher frequency tone of 10,000Hz in low humidity is absorbed seven times faster than a low frequency 1,500Hz tone. 

The British Navy conducted similar tests with foghorns, noting that when humidity dropped from 77% to 71%, the distance at which a foghorn could be heard dropped by almost two miles.

As an aside: since qi is essentially an infrasonic phenomena, this is interesting, you know? Some people have to live in very low humidity in order to feel well. Others feel better in high humidity.

So, if we wish, we can consider feng-chiao to be a remarkably accurate albeit rudimentary expression of ground-level climatologic and biometeorological inference -- this last being the branch of ecology dealing with the interrelations between physical factors of atmospheric environment and living organisms: full circle to the theory of correspondences.

The deeper concordances are possible only with reference to the theory of correspondences. In such instances, we relate the time, direction, and synchronous events to their symbolic or emblematic properties and draw inferences thereby.

As an example, the great Chinese diviner Kuan Lu was presented with the phenomenon of a small whirlwind arising in the east, whirling around the interior of the courtyard to the home of a person named Wang Hungchih, and then dissipating.

Kuan Lu was asked to divine the meaning of this and replied, "A mounted messenger is about to arrive from the east. I fear a father will be weeping for his son."

The following day, a messenger arrived on horseback and informed Wang Hungchih that his son had died.

Kuan Lu explained his prediction thusly:
"The day was the fifty-second day of the sexegenary cycle, a day that corresponds to the eldest son. Now, wood declines in the ninth branch, shen, and the tail of the dipper sets up in shen. Shen, the ninth branch, counteracts the third branch, yin, so this corresponds to acts of death and mourning. The sun had entered the sector of the sixth branch, as it was midday, and a wind arose, which corresponds to a horse. The hexagram li means writing,  and it is therefore clearly a sign of a clerk-messenger. The juncture of the hours shen and wei, 3 a.m., is the time of the tiger. Tiger stands for the master. This was therefore the indication of the father."
To some of us, this will seem like an exercise in successive syllogisms, but by such means were affairs of state decided for thousands of years.

I also want to note that it is possible to take cosmic "soundings" by observation of the wind's course through an entire day, and it is possible to take "bites" by observation of the wind's course within a double hour. In the case of the former, one arises at dawn and observes the course of the wind, clouds, light, and other phenomena throughout the day. In the words of Ssu Ma Ch'ien:
"If the wind should change direction, the more forceful wind is the one to observe; if the prognostication of one is 'small' and the other 'great' then take note of the one which indicates the greater augury. [A] long-lasting wind has a superior portent to a short-lasting one."
As the example given above of Kuan Lu in action should illustrate, feng-chiao could and often was used in combination with other arts to make an isolated prediction. It can also be employed alone to take a short-term reading of a particular situation. Those of you who wish to attempt this method can enjoy yourselves by following a simplified course.

Step One: Orient yourself as to direction. Note the wind season and its corresponding element. Observe the wind's direction of travel. Note the element corresponding to the direction and examine the relationship between the two.

Step Two: Orient yourself as to time. Note the stem-branch combination of the day. Note the element that corresponds to the double-hour of the day and any other correspondence of interest. Examine the relationship between the elements and emblems. You might examine, at this point, the ruling trigram of the observed wind and the ruling trigram of the hour, making a hexagram from both, or merely noting their agreement or opposition. You might observe the relationships between the ruling branches in terms of their cycle.

Step Three: Relate the above steps to any question you may have framed in your mind or any question that has been framed for you by observed phenomena.

This is a very crude introduction to feng-chiao but useful in the sense that it accustoms you to the manner of drawing predictive information from the wind based on correspondences. As proficiency increases, the further nuance of tone and pitch may be added to determine the relative intensity of qi in any given circumstance, and a host of other meanings.

I regret that feng-chiao is an art that cannot be taught by means of the written word but can only be acquired by instinctive means. It is, for example, possible to know well in advance when the wind will change direction and what direction will harbor the change. It is impossible to say how this is done, other than to say it is felt beforehand, perhaps a function of pressure gradients.

It is also possible to "see" latent wind, not in the sense that one notices what is, but in the sense that one notices what is not. For example: we notice the effect wind has on clouds, trees, leaves, and soaring birds. We can also notice the void such action produces and this void is the residence of the latent wind, which rises as manifest wind fades. Likewise, we can listen to the cry of a crow and by noting the hour of the day, the position of the crow, the tone of the cry, and the nature of the wind, we can draw information abouth forthcoming events.

So, then ---

There is an even easier way of looking at things, and that is to consider all appearance and existence as deity, mantra, and wisdom. You already know this.

You know that after you get done babbling about what the crows said, or what the concordances are, or the correspondences, are, you can just throw all of that away. Actually, you can use it as a means of purification, and then you don't have to throw anything away. 

Sooner or later, all the tones and pitches will come down to om, ah, and hum. Sooner or later, you will become involved with the hum of any given possibility.

Sooner or later, the position you seem to hold will dissolve and the investigation will end. When you come to understand that all appearances are fabricated by the mind, all the agitation of "seeking" or "knowing" just naturally disappears.

We can say that is a kind of predicate to remembering everything we've ever heard while at the same time hearing things we've never heard.

I could go on and on, but that is only because I am a big bag of wind.








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Thursday, July 01, 2010

W.S. Merton Named Poet Laureate of the United States

William Stanley Merwin, 82, has been named Poet Laureate of the United States. He resides in Hawaii, where he moved in the 1970s to study Zen Buddhism. A two-time winner of the Pulitzer Prize for Poetry, he now devotes the bulk of his time to cultivating endangered species of plants.

Although it spawned a book, few seem to remember that Merwin was at the heart of a firestorm of controversy surrounding the late Trungpa Rinpoche -- who on one occasion reportedly found Merwin to be unbearably uptight, aloof, and patronizing.

The controversy stemmed from a superficially alcohol-related incident on Halloween, 1975, involving Merwin, his companion Dana Naone, the "Vajra Guard," forced nudity, a broken bottle, and the poet's eye. Addressing the incident, Merwin later offered this uptight, aloof, and patronizing comment:
"My feelings about Trungpa have been mixed from the start. Admiration, throughout, for his remarkable gifts; and reservations, which developed into profound misgivings, concerning some of his uses of them. I imagine, at least, that I've learned some things from him (though maybe not all of them were the things I was 'supposed' to learn) and some through him, and I'm grateful to him for those. I wouldn't encourage anyone to become a student of his. I wish him well."
The New York Times (their photo, above) is reporting that some things don't change.
“I do like a very quiet life,” Mr. Merwin said by telephone after learning of his appointment. “I can’t keep popping back and forth between here and Washington.”

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