Rev. Danny Fisher

Just a Buddhist Minister Trying to Benefit Beings

Anicca and the Home Altar

The altar at the author's office on the campus of University of the West.

Over at Precious Metal, the wonderful Nate DeMontigny recalls our pal and Shambhala Sun Space editor Rod Meade Sperry’s “Altar Madness” series at The Worst Horse (which I participated in).  He writes:

It’s been a while since that post, and I know that my altar has changed a bit. So, if you posted yours over there, has it changed? If you didn’t post over there, what does yours look like?

Mine certainly has changed, in that it’s not there any more!  Since participating in Rod’s “Altar Madness,” I’ve moved back to California and have an altar in my office.  So I submitted the above shot of that space to Nate, and he has posted it.  Take a look, and submit a picture of your own to Precious Metal if you’re so inclined.

A Gift of Dharma for 3.17.10

Today’s quote is from Rick Fields (1942-1999), the late journalist, poet, and historian of Buddhism in America who authored, among other things, How the Swans Came to the Lake: A Narrative History of Buddhism in America and Instructions to the Cook: A Zen Master’s Lessons in Living a Life That Matters (with Roshi Bernie Glassman).  This is it:

Buddha And The Goddess

Thus have I made up:

Once the Buddha was walking

along the forest path in the Oak Grove at Ojai,

walking without arriving anywhere or having any

thought of arriving or not arriving.

And lotuses, shining with the morning dew

miraculously appeared under every step

Soft as silk beneath the toes of the Buddha.

When suddenly, out of the turquoise sky,

dancing in front of his half-shut inward-looking

eyes, shimmering like a rainbow

or a spider’s web

transparent as the dew on a lotus flower

–the Goddess appeared quivering

like a hummingbird in the air before him.

She, for she was surely a she

as the Buddha could clearly see

with his eye of discriminating awareness wisdom,

was mostly red in color

though when the light shifted

she flashed like a rainbow.

She was naked except

for the usual flower ornaments

goddesses wear.

Her long hair

was deep blue, her eyes fathomless pits

of space, and her third eye a bloodshot

song of fire.

The Buddha folded his hands together

and greeted the Goddess thus:

“O goddess, why are you blocking my path?

Before I saw you I was happily going nowhere.

Now I’m not so sure where I go.”

“You can go around me,”

said the Goddess, twirling on her heel like a bird

darting away,

but just a little way away,

“or you can come after me

but you can’t pretend I’m not here,

This is my forest, too.”

With that the Buddha sat

supple as a snake

solid as a rock

beneath a Bo tree

that sprang full-leaved

to shade him.

“Perhaps we should have a chat,”

he said.

“After years of arduous practice

at the time of the morning star

I penetrated reality and.”

“Not so fast, Buddha,” the Goddess said,

“I am reality.”

The earth stood still,

the oceans paused,

the wind itself listened

–a thousand arhats, bodhisattvas and dakinis

magically appeared to hear

what would happen in the conversation.

“I know I take my life in my hands,”

said the Buddha,

“But I am known as the Fearless One

–so here goes.”

And he and the Goddess

without further words

exchanged glances.

Light rays like sun beams

shot forth

so brightly that even

Sariputra, the All-Seeing One,

had to turn away.

And then they exchanged thoughts

And the illumination was as bright as a diamond candle

And then they exchanged minds

And there was a great silence as vast as the universe

that

contains everything

And then they exchanged bodies

And then clothes

And the Buddha arose

as the Goddess

and the Goddess arose as the Buddha.

And so on back and forth

for a hundred thousand hundred thousand kalpas.

If you meet the Buddha

you meet the Goddess.

If you meet the Goddess,

you meet the Buddha.

Not only that. This:

The Buddha is emptiness,

The Goddess is bliss.

The Goddess is emptiness,

The Buddha is bliss.

And that is what

And what-not you are

It’s true.

So here comes the mantra of the Goddess and the

Buddha,

the unsurpassed non-dual mantra. Just to say this

mantra,

just to hear this mantra once, just to hear one word

of this

mantra once makes everything the way it truly is: OK.

So here it is:

Earth-walker/sky-walker

Hey silent one, Hey great talker

Not two/ not one

Not separate/ not apart

This is the heart

Bliss is emptiness

Emptiness is bliss

Be your breath, Ah

Smile, Hey, And relax, Ho

Remember: You can’t miss.

The 70th Anniversary of His Holiness the Dalai Lama’s Enthronement

"The Dalai Lama at his enthronement in February 1940, painted by Indian artist Kanwal Krishna."

Speaking of His Holiness the Dalai Lama’s meeting with U.S. President Barack Obama, the ICT Blog has a great post today about the auspiciousness of the meeting’s date:

Days after images of the White House meeting of the Dalai Lama and President Obama flashed across the world, a special anniversary was celebrated in London with a glimpse of where it all began for the exiled Tibetan leader known simply as ‘Kundun’, or ‘Presence’.

Seventy years prior to the White House meeting, on a cold February day in Lhasa, Tibet, five-year old Tenzin Gyatso was enthroned as the 14th incarnation of the Dalai Lama. The only foreigners to witness the enthronement – or indeed any enthronement of a Dalai Lama – were four British officials who were part of a government delegation to Lhasa.

Britain had a special relationship with Tibet before the Chinese took over in 1949-50 – with an influence that no other Western country enjoyed. Tibetan historian Professor Tsering Shakya says: “Tibet, for her part, wanted to cultivate good relations with Britain. It was the price for keeping the Chinese at bay: as British influence increased across the Himalayas, so Chinese prestige and influence faded.”

Last week, sons, daughters, great-nieces and other relatives of British who served in Tibet gathered together with Tibetans in a Parliament building opposite Big Ben to view rare footage of the Dalai Lama’s enthronement in February, 1940, 70 years ago to the day. They represent a lost era in Tibet’s history; during the 1930s and 1940s the British cultivated close political and social relations with members of the Tibetan elite and established a Mission in the Tibetan capital, Lhasa. A small group of Tibetans and British ate and drank together, watched films, played football, both sharing a sense of humor and love of gossip. Their activities were documented, photographed, and even painted by the Indian artist Kanwal Krishna, who accompanied the British party to witness the installation of the 14th Dalai Lama in Lhasa.

Read the rest here.

President Obama’s Gift to His Holiness the Dalai Lama

President Barack Obama meets with His Holiness the Dalai Lama in the Map Room of the White House, Feb. 18, 2010. (Official White House Photo by Pete Souza)

Speaking of Tibet and the Roosevelts, Kate Saunders, Communications Director for the International Campaign for Tibet, writes today for The Huffington Post about U.S. President Barack Obama’s gift to His Holiness the Dalai Lama during their recent visit in Washington.

When the Dalai Lama went to the White House last month, the media focused on China’s predictable outrage at President Obama’s guest. Others were disturbed by images of garbage sacks that the White House had failed to remove near the exit where the exiled Tibetan leader emerged to meet the press. But few noticed the significance of a gift that President Obama gave to the Dalai Lama — telling the story of a relationship forged between the US and the Dalai Lama before Beijing asserted control over Tibet.

President Obama’s present was an elegantly-bound exchange of letters between Presidents Franklin D. Roosevelt and Harry Truman and the young Dalai Lama, who was then the spiritual and temporal leader of Tibet prior to the Chinese takeover — when Tibet was effectively independent. This symbolic expression of de facto state to state communication is an important counter-point to China’s increasingly aggressive assertions of its ownership of Tibet over hundreds of years, not to mention its belligerent rhetoric about the Dalai Lama.

Read the rest here.

“The Roosevelts of Tibet”

Quentin Roosevelt II in China, circa 1940. Image via Life Magazine.

Kyle Lovett at The Reformed Buddha has the story, and Barbara O’Brien at Barbara’s Buddhism Blog has a supplement.  Take a look.

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