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Saturday
Dec202008

Only Four Shopping Days Left till Christmas!

Yes, you read that correctly. I'm sounding like amazon.com and looking like your local mall. It's the shopping countdown to Christmas and the pressure is on. It's the time when people are supposed to be happy in their giving to others, but in reality it's a time when the suicide rate spikes, depression sets in, and people spend money they don't have in order to give gifts that won't last.

If you're looking for that perfect gift, you just might get inspired by clicking this image:

For the real gift of happiness, give where it will matter. You don't have to be wealthy. You might give a small gift through Changing the Present, or KIVA, or your local food bank, or an environmental or animal rights organization. Take the time to find the organization that matters to the one your gift is on behalf of. And give happiness to the recipient, the receiving organization, and the benefactors of the organizations.

 

Friday
Dec192008

Only One?

Recently I was told about a woman who chanted "Amituofo" for hours every day. All her friends were impressed with her dedication. Her family was very proud of her, and she felt that she was doing very well in her practice.

Then one day, she suddenly became ill and died. When she opened her eyes in another realm, she expected to see the Western Pure Land. But to her great consternation, she looked around and realized she was in a very different place! Panicking, she began to try to figure out what was happening. Then she saw the king of the underworld approaching her.

Not understanding any of this, she asked "Where am I? What is happening?" The king of the underworld confirmed her worst fears. She was indeed in the hell realms. Not knowing how this could have happened to her, she told him about the thousands of hours she had chanted "Amituofo." She asked why wasn't she in the Pure Land.

To be just, the king told an attendant to bring out a large sieve as well as the bag containing all the chants the woman had done. Feeling more confident the woman felt that now everything would be straightened out. As the attendant began to pour the bag of chants into the sieve, the only sounds were of the chants pouring into the sieve. And then came the sound of them falling through the sieve's holes.

The woman leaned over and peered into the sieve. She saw one lone chant that was large enough to have not fallen through the holes. She looked up at the king questioningly. He returned her gaze and asked, "Do you remember the day you were under a tree when a terrible thunderstorm suddenly blew over? You were terrified and curled up next to the tree trunk. Suddenly a large flash of lightning lit the sky all around you and at the same instant there was a tremendous crash of thunder right above you. You called out in fear "Amituofo!"

"That is the one lone chant that was large enough to have not fallen through the holes in the sieve. That was your one chant of true concentration and sincerity."

 

Tuesday
Dec162008

It's the Connection, Not the Language

Today’s entry is a follow-up to the entry “Does the Language Really Matter?” and the ensuing comments by some readers. I am also responding to a related question about why everyone does not chant “Amitabha” instead of chanting in other languages. Two readers also essentially asked the same question. As one asked, “why the original Sanskrit Name, as given by Sakyamuni Buddha, was changed, given that the Name is said to be so centrally important. The Vietnamese Name doesn't sound much like 'Amitabha' at all. Is it really just as effective?”

My response is that I am not a scholar in ancient languages, but from what I understand we do know not for certain what language the Buddha spoke because his teachings were initially an oral tradition. However, many Buddhist scholars believe that Sakyamuni Buddha spoke various dialects of Prakrit Magadhi as he traveled around India and Nepal.

The specific language or dialect he spoke would have been the local one. So when he spoke in one area, he spoke in one language or dialect and in another area he spoke in another language or dialect. The Buddha himself would have said what came to be pronounced in Sanskrit as “Amitabha” differently to different people.

So we really do not know how he pronounced “Amitabha Buddha” or in how many different ways!

The Chinese sutras were translated, with some words being transliterated, from the Sanskrit versions. So the Chinese deliberately chose to not translate some words, but to try to pronounce them as close to the Sanskrit as they could. But different languages require different sounds.

For example, I was trying to teach another nun how to pronounce stollen with a German pronunciation. She could not say it as a German would because some German language sounds are simply not naturally made by Chinese speakers. So even with the most diligent effort, someone who speaks German will probably pronounce “Amitabha” differently than someone who lives in India. Or in Botswana.

To further complicate things, people who speak the same language have different accents or dialects. Someone who speaks Cantonese will pronounce words differently from someone who speaks Mandarin. Also, there is the time factor in pronunciation. Language pronunciation changes over the centuries and especially over millennium. Try to read a Shakespearean play as William wrote it and you’ll see how much the English language has changed in just four hundred years.

As to the language we chant in, that can depend on where we practice. I chant “Amituofo,” which is Chinese, not because I think Chinese is superior to other languages, but because I live and practice with people who speak and chant in Chinese. When I go to a Vietnamese Buddhist center, I chant “Adida Phat.” When in Japan, I’d chanted “Amida Butsu.”

All things considered—the Buddha himself spoke different languages and dialects, what is easily said in one language will be pronounced with an accent by the speaker of another language, accents and dialects are found even in the same language, and pronunciation changes because of the passage of time—I think it safe to say that no one is saying “Amitabha Buddha” like Sakyamuni did almost 3000 years ago. Or as beings throughout the ten directions have chanted the name since “Amitabha Buddha” fulfilled his vows and became a Buddha many billions of years ago.

So we’re back to sincerity and doing the best we can regardless of our current circumstances. I chant “Amituofo” to form a connection with him by mindfully saying his name. My American accent doesn’t matter. My sincerity does. The name is a tool, a term. And so I’m okay language-wise because Amituofo is looking for sincerity, not perfect pronunciation. And just as a mother recognizes a call for help from her baby who is not calling her by her proper name, Amitabha Buddha, who has been waiting uncountable lifetimes for us, hears our calling him. And he responds.

 

Monday
Dec152008

A Matter of Perspective

 

Birth - Death

The end, separation, loss, sadness, regret.

 

Death - Birth

A new beginning, continuation, possibility, another chance.

 

It's all in how we choose to look at phenomenon.

From habit or with wisdom.

 

 

Sunday
Dec142008

Politics and Attachments

 

 

Attachments are one of the trickiest things we work with in our practice. And one of the first difficulties is understanding what attachment means. And what are we trying to accomplish in place of attachments.

Theresa over at Pondering the Myriad Thing recently wrote another excellent post called Politics and Attachment,

Over the past couple of years I have been working on getting better at remaining unattached to things, ideas and outcomes. Both Taoism and Buddhism make reference to striving for non-attachment. As I understand it, Buddhism sees attachment to the idea of a separate self as the root of all suffering...

Theresa's post elicited a string of excellent comments. As you might imagine it wasn't the politics part that intrigued me but the part about attachments. So I joined in. And got carried away apparently. Good grief, a 646 word comment! That's an essay, not a comment.

So today's post on my blog is the entry and ensuing comments on Theresa's blog. Just click on the link above and you'll be there. And if you want to join in the discussion, you can post the comment there or here or both!

Cartoon courtesy Dharma Cat