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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

 

Saturday
Dec132008

Source of Happiness

In helping others, there are the giving of wealth, the giving of teachings, and the giving of fearlessness. Wealth refers to resources we can spare.

Frankly, living a good life—a natural life, a carefree life, that is, a life of high quality—does not necessarily mean living a luxurious life. If your life is natural, carefree, and happy, then it is a perfect life. So long as we have enough food and clothing, we are free of worries. Why do we need extra things? If we have enough food to eat and clothing to wear, and a house that shelters us from harsh weather, we are fine physically and mentally.

If we have extra, we can help others. Helping others is a source of happiness. So, we should enthusiastically and voluntarily provide material resources to all those who need them. This is the giving of wealth.

We should give without attachment. We should not keep thinking about how many good deeds we have done, or else the rewards will just be mundane rewards, and wisdom will not arise. After we have given, our minds should be pure, without any attachment.

Do not think about the giving. Then we will have true merit, which will help us achieve meditative concentration and wisdom.

A reward that helps us achieve concentration and wisdom is a merit. A reward that does not is not a merit.

~ Ven. Master Chin Kung

 

Friday
Dec122008

Heavy Load, No Load

Two monks were strolling by a stream on their way home to the monastery. They were startled by the sound of a young woman in a bridal gown, sitting by the stream, crying softly. Tears rolled down her cheeks as she gazed across the water. She needed to cross to get to her wedding, but she was fearful that doing so might ruin her beautiful handmade gown.

In this particular sect, monks were prohibited from touching women. But one monk was filled with compassion for the bride. Ignoring the sanction, he hoisted the woman on his shoulders and carried her across the stream--assisting her journey and saving her gown. She smiled and bowed with gratitude as he noisily splashed his way back across the stream to rejoin his companion.

The second monk was livid. "How could you do that?" he scolded. "You know we are forbidden even to touch a woman, much less pick one up and carry her around!"

The offending monk listened in silence to a stern lecture that lasted all the way back to the monastery. His mind wandered as he felt the warm sunshine and listened to the singing birds. After returning to the monastery, he fell asleep for a few hours. He was jostled and awakened in the middle of the night by his fellow monk. "How could you carry that woman?" his agitated friend cried out. "Someone else could have helped her across the stream. You were a bad monk!"

"What woman?" the tired monk inquired groggily.

"Don't you even remember? That woman you carried across the stream," his colleague snapped.

"Oh, her," laughed the sleepy monk. "I only carried her across the stream. You carried her all the way back to the monastery."