Haste Makes Waste, Just Ask Rufus

Avoid doing things in a hurry,

since acting in haste will lead to many mistakes.

Rufus and his five brothers were very happy. They had always wanted to join the army so they could defend their country. But the country had been at peace so the king had little need for new soldiers. Also the brothers didn’t have any helmets and weapons. Nor a chariot or a horse to pull it.

So why were they so happy? The king had announced that since many soldiers had retired, he needed new ones! The brothers were happy because now they would be able to protect the country and its citizens. Rufus quickly called Acme Armor Supply to place an order. The brothers were in luck. Acme had a special promotion and was giving away a free spear with every helmet and armor set!

Now the only problem was transportation. This one had them stumped and gave Rufus a few sleepless nights while waiting for the express delivery from Acme. Then Rufus had an idea. (He may have been the youngest, but he had always been the one with the bright ideas. His brothers were sweet, but a bit slow.)

Anyhow, Rufus was out in the stable (actually it was a shed since they had no horses) poking around and thinking when he noticed the big basket they had all woven while in school. Rufus eyed it and then looked at the stone grinding wheel near it. He had it! Excitedly, he began rummaging around until he found an old axle and the spare handle for the plow.

He got the brothers together and they began to work under his direction. Soon they had everything together and boy was it a beauty. Three of the brothers ran next door to ask if they could borrow their neighbor’s horse. Being a good citizen (and won over by the gleeful brothers) he agreed. The brothers brought the horse home and went to hitch it up.

But there was a slight problem.

In haste, Rufus’ brothers had hitched the handle and axle to the back of the basketariot (their name for their new vehicle) instead of the front! The brothers were all standing around scratching their heads, and Rufus was looking particularly pained when the delivery van drove up. The driver gave them their packages, congratulated them on their patriotism, and drove off before they could try out the spears.

The brothers were delighted because now they could join the army. Then they remembered they couldn’t hitch the horse to the basketariot. Rufus had another idea. He’d push! The brothers ran happily into the house, put on their armor, and quickly kissed their parents goodbye. They ran out and piled into the basketariot while Rufus went behind to push.

But there was a slight problem.

They had forgotten their helmets. Rufus ran muttering into the house, grabbed the helmets, and finally they were off.

But there was a slight problem.

Rufus couldn’t see where he was going and all five of his brothers were excitedly yelling directions at the same time. Rufus stopped pushing, rolled his eyes, and through clenched teeth asked for his spear. He cut a hole in the basket and called it the “navigator’s window.” Only the brother whose turn it was to sit at the window could give directions. Delighted with this arrangement, everyone resumed their position and off they quickly went.

But there was a slight problem.

None of the five brothers who were to take turns as navigators knew where they were supposed to go. So they were making good time, but probably going in the wrong direction.

Rufus leaned over and banged his head a few times on the basketariot handles and again muttered under his breath. But he soon got himself under control and ran to get directions from a passerby. When he returned, he carefully told the brothers where the army was. He made them repeat the directions to be sure they all knew where they were going. They quickly started off again and soon came to where they were to cross a river.

But there was a slight problem.

The brothers had gotten confused (what can I say) and they were in the wrong spot. It turned out that they should have crossed two miles back. Rufus, who was now gnashing his teeth and tugging at his hair, quickly turned the basketariot around. Back they went to where they had just come from. They turned where they should have in the first place and crossed the river. By this time, the brothers were all holding on for dear life because Rufus was running so fast the basketariot was almost airborne. They five brothers spotted the army camp and cheered Rufus on to where the recruitment desk was set up.

But there was a slight problem.

As Rufus dragged himself up to the desk, the recruitment officer looked at the muttering, bedraggled, mud-splattered and red-faced Rufus, and then turned to his five grinning brothers in the basket. The army officer shook his head and stamped “REJECTED, No Appeal” on their applications.

MORAL

Acting in haste usually ends in mistakes and disappointment.

Rebirth in the Pure Land

Depending on our chanting efforts, we will be reborn in one of the nine grades [of the three classes] in one of the Four Lands of the Western Pure Land. We need to reflect on our effort. There is no need to consult with others, to tell the land we will be reborn into.

By chanting the Buddha’s name with deep faith and an earnest vow, yet with a scattered mind, we will be reborn in the lower grade of the lower class.

By chanting the Buddha’s name with deep faith and an earnest vow and with a diminishing scattered mind, we will be reborn in the middle grade of the lower class.

By chanting the Buddha’s name with deep faith and an earnest vow and with a concentrated mind, we will be reborn in the upper grade of the lower class.

By chanting with one mind undisturbed, and without being impacted by any greed, anger, and ignorance, we will be reborn in one of the middle three grades.

By chanting with one mind undisturbed, eradicating the afflictions from thoughts and external stimuli, and overcoming the afflictions from ignorance, we will be reborn in the upper three grades.

Therefore, faithful Buddha-name chanting with a sincere vow will enable us to be reborn in [one of] the nine grades.

Furthermore, if we faithfully chant with an earnest vow and overcome karmic obstructions, but still with delusion, we will be reborn in the Land Where Saints and Ordinary Beings Dwell Together;

If we faithfully chant with an earnest vow and eradicate the afflictions that arise from deluded thoughts, we will be reborn in the Land of Expedient Liberation;

If we faithfully chant with an earnest vow and are able to eradicate some levels of delusion, we will be reborn in the Land of Real Reward;

If we faithfully chant with an earnest vow and uphold the practice all the way to perfection such that delusion is eradicated, we will be reborn in the Land of Eternally Quiescent Light.

Therefore, upholding Buddha-name chanting will enable us to attain rebirth in one of the Four Lands.

~ Patriarch Ouyi

Update on June 19, 2009 by Venerable Wuling

Please see the entry on June 18th for an explanation of the four "lands."

Expectations or Aspirations?

Aspirations are our wish to achieve things. Expectations are the strong hope that something will happen.

Aspirations are what happen inside us. They arise from within us and require action on our part. I aspire to help others. I aspire to get a graduate degree. I aspire to enjoy the day whether the sun shines or the rain pours down.

Expectations are what happen outside us. I expect others to appreciate my help. I expect to graduate and then get a good job. I expect the sun to shine and the rain to hold off for another day.

Aspirations show our higher goals. I aspire to be more patient, to spend more time with my children, to be a model of goodness, to meet my parent's ideals for me.

Expectations are more ordinary. And they involve others, which makes them so unpredictable and expose us to much unhappiness. An aspiration is a wish that I act on, but an expectation depends on others to perform or a situation to unfold as I want.

Expectations bind us to disappointment.

Aspirations allow us to soar.

Happiness

Happiness lies in the smile,

not in the object

that inspired the smile.

Uncle Alexander

We should put our clothes away in their proper places.

We should not carelessly throw them around

for they will get dirty that way.

Georgina did not like to clean her room. When her mother would tell her to put her things away, Georgina would always say “Later” and continue with what she was doing.

One day, after Georgina said, “Later,” she noticed her mother looking very thoughtful. Georgina became curious, not knowing what her mother was thinking. At last her mother said, “We’ll see what Uncle Alexander thinks of this.” She then quietly closed the door. Georgina was totally confused. She didn’t have an Uncle Alexander. What was her mother talking about?

That night, it took Georgina a long time to fall asleep. When she finally did, she had the strangest dream. A man was busily moving around the room and throwing all her clothes that were on the floor onto her bed. She was being buried alive! In a panic she woke up. And then she really panicked for it wasn’t a dream. There was a man in her room and he was busily throwing clothes on top of her bed as if she wasn’t in it!

For a few moments, she couldn’t talk. But finally, she managed to get out a “Who are you?”

He looked down at her and replied in a very matter-of-fact voice, “Uncle Alexander, of course.”

Georgina blinked. He seemed harmless. That is as long as you didn’t count trying to bury her alive under her own clothes. “I don’t have an Uncle Alexander,” she informed him.

Shrugging this off, the man replied, “Of course you do. I’m him.” And then he dumped another pile of clothes on top of her.

Georgina was getting really frustrated with the whole situation. “I do not have an Uncle Alexander!” she wailed.

“Well if you don’t have an Uncle Alexander, then why did your mother say she was going to see what I thought about this?” Georgina couldn’t think of a thing to say. So he dumped another pile of clothes on her bed. With the clothes now spilling on to the floor, Georgina was beginning to fear she wouldn’t be able to get out of her own bed. “Stop” she demanded, but he ignored her and seemed to reach even more quickly for the next pile of clothes.

“Please stop” she asked, remembering the wonderful effect this word had on adults.

Immediately the man stopped and stood there. “Ah! Are you talking to me?“

Georgina blurted out in frustration at a situation over which she didn’t seem to have any of her usual control, “Of course, I am. Who else would I be talking to?”

He frowned and reached to pick up another pile of clothes.

“I’m sorry,” said Georgina who now was almost buried under the mountain of clothing. “I’m not used to seeing people, sorry, Uncles, picking up my clothes in the middle of the night.”

“Well of course you’re not. Your poor mother has never asked me for help before.”

Georgina decided she had better get out of her bed while she still could and tumbled onto the floor. She asked, speaking politely this time, “Why are you here?”

“Because your room is such a mess. You throw everything on the floor and your mother has to keep picking up after you. If she didn’t, you’d never be able to find anything.” Uncle Alexander looked around and said, “Shocking. Just shocking.”

Georgina looked around and found she had to agree with him. It was a mess. And looking at it now, it did seem shocking. And embarrassing. And worse, hopeless. She looked up at her uncle and said anxiously, “If Mom sees this, she’ll pass out. What can I do, I’ll never be able to clean all this up by morning.”

Uncle Alexander smiled at her for the first time. “Would you like me to help you clean up?”

Realizing that all he had really been doing was move the clothes she had left lying around, Georgina nodded and said gratefully, “Oh, yes please.” Together, they began to put all her clothes away. It wasn’t easy because there were so many clothes on her bed, on the floor, on the chair, desk, lamp: everywhere! As Georgina began to have to put all her clothes away herself, she realized just what a pain it was to have to do this. And her mother did it every week.

Eventually they got every last bit of clothing put away. Georgina was exhausted as she got back into her bed. She smiled up at her uncle and impulsively threw her arms around his neck and breathed a sleepy “Thank you” into his ear as he kissed her on the cheek and said “Good night.”

The next day, Georgina’s mother came in and looked around in amazement. She looked at Georgina questioningly. Georgina explained, “Uncle Alexander was here last night and helped me.”

Her mother laughed. “Ah yes, that was something my mother used to say to me. There’s never been an Uncle Alexander in our family.”