Pathless
Fiercely Interdependent
In the Christ, my Bodhisattva thread, Vajradhara embedded a link to a discussion of dukkha under the tag of "stress." Since stress is something that stresses me out and something I try to resolve, I was intrigued. A cursory peak at the link opened my eyes to the following paragraph and got me thinking:
Pardon my irreverence--but irreverence is a profound Buddhist value, no?), but about the pardox of existence, the paradox of Samsara/Nirvana.
Much idealistic, hazy, wishy-washy, otherworldly musing is put into a concept of "Nirvana" that is supposedly beyond all conceptualization. A Nirvana that is a cessation of suffering, one that is not concrete, neither here nor there.
As an elementary concept, one that provides "the other shore" and some hope of an abstract, heavenly peace freed from the sometimes seemingly random sufferings and tribulations of our shared world of Maya, this wishy-washy concept of Nirvana is a useful tool. But the deeper one falls into the stony and thorny depths of being, the clearer it seems to become that there is no escape! To which we can respond: "Dammit!!! I'm tired of becoming! I'm so sick of forms and illusion! Give me peace!!" and resume our counter-current struggle upstream for Nirvana and/or Heaven. Yet we can also respond with the letting go that is profound, the release:
Not trying to carve anything in stone here or make new definitions. Just offering my perspective.
As a pluralist and joyful heretic, as a resident anarchist, I leave you with a poetic translation of Kabir, the ineffable Indian seer:
No single English word adequately captures the full depth, range, and subtlety of the crucial Pali term dukkha. Over the years, many translations of the word have been used ("stress," "unsatisfactoriness," "suffering," etc.). Each has its own merits in a given context. There is value in not letting oneself get too comfortable with any one particular translation of the word, since the entire thrust of Buddhist practice is the broadening and deepening of one's understanding of dukkha until its roots are finally exposed and eradicated once and for all. One helpful rule of thumb: as soon as you think you've found the single best translation for the word, think again: for no matter how you describe dukkha, it's always deeper, subtler, and more unsatisfactory than that.
I've emphasized a few words and sentences in the paragraph that are triggering my thoughts here. It seems to me that the emphasized text is not only about a vague, ultimately untranslatable concept called "Dukkha" (Dookie?? Much idealistic, hazy, wishy-washy, otherworldly musing is put into a concept of "Nirvana" that is supposedly beyond all conceptualization. A Nirvana that is a cessation of suffering, one that is not concrete, neither here nor there.
As an elementary concept, one that provides "the other shore" and some hope of an abstract, heavenly peace freed from the sometimes seemingly random sufferings and tribulations of our shared world of Maya, this wishy-washy concept of Nirvana is a useful tool. But the deeper one falls into the stony and thorny depths of being, the clearer it seems to become that there is no escape! To which we can respond: "Dammit!!! I'm tired of becoming! I'm so sick of forms and illusion! Give me peace!!" and resume our counter-current struggle upstream for Nirvana and/or Heaven. Yet we can also respond with the letting go that is profound, the release:
Ahhhhhh. Damn. I'm still stuck here. Well. What to do? Wow, this hurts. And damn these briars and barbed wires are amazing! How did this get here, embedded in my temple? Ouch!!!
I'm sick of struggling. Whatever. This hurts, but look at the sun there. Wow!
And in so doing, in focusing on the beauty and miracles of unconditioned existence all around us, rather than the problems and the pain and the cracks in the concrete that need to be fixed, we wake up, at least for a moment. We glimpse the Root, or a small fractal of the root--an image of it. And enamored of its beauty, we become entranced, devoting our lives to seeking it out, to living within it, finding it everwhere, floating in its abundance. We begin to understand that the fractal is everywhere we look, is bigger and better and always more amazing than we had thought before:it's always deeper, subtler, and more satisfactory than that.
Existence, as we glimpse more and more truth and become established in our own truth, becomes more beautiful in its ever-present becoming and refinement. Why focus on Dukkha? Why suffering? Sure, it's there. We all know that, no problem. Yet so is pleasure. Why not focus on the pleasure and the beauty? Would Buddhism cease to be Buddhism if it got rid of some of its stoic stoniness and instead cashed in some of the cosmic belly-laughs of the Buddha? Naw, I don't think so. It would just be a shifting of focus. For the better? Not necessarily. It is all vague and subjective after all.Not trying to carve anything in stone here or make new definitions. Just offering my perspective.
As a pluralist and joyful heretic, as a resident anarchist, I leave you with a poetic translation of Kabir, the ineffable Indian seer:
Friend, hope for truth while you are alive.
Jump into experience while you are alive!
What you call "salvation" belongs to the time before death.
If you don't break your ropes while you're alive, do you think ghosts will do it after?