Wednesday, September 14, 2016

Ten Preceptions (a.k.a. Be Nice)

Note: This was written for my second “taking of the precepts,” also called a Jukai ceremony. Some don’t do windows (glass and Microsoft). I don’t do assignments, so instead, I’m giving one pithy personal example for each of the precepts, as stated by the San Francisco Zen Center.

1. A disciple of Buddha does not kill but rather cultivates and encourages life. 

Gentle

Adults often tell 
kids what to do. 

When I took my 2 year old Nate 
to the park,
I let him lead 
and I just followed. 

Life and freedom 
feel interwoven. 

When Nate was the leader—
the explorer—
he became his own
person. 

He stood up
straight, and said,
“Grandpa, come follow 
me around the park.”


2. A disciple of Buddha does not take what is not given but rather cultivates and encourages generosity. 

Giver

I tore up the postage stamp 
that was not cancelled—
After rationalizing
many justifications. 

The use of the stamp 
had not been given 
to me. 

Though a nominal sum,
it was like a (single) vote 
in an election. 

One vote doesn’t matter 
until it joins 
another. And then 
we have, or have not, a post offices,
morgues, and bad karma.

Smiling equals generosity. 
suggesting to others:
something is right 
and see this joy in life.

I rarely say “no.”
I don’t see myself 
separated from others. 

I’ve been feeding chickens
and, against my vegan ethics,
ate a few of their eggs. 
Only for science,
was my excuse.

I felt my heart
open to them 
when I held two warm, 
recently minted,
and well-constructed
eggs in my hand. 

I cared about those chicks,
visiting them
between
feeding time. 

Were they ok? 
Did they have water? 
Was their gate latched
to keep out the coyote?

The neighbors’ garden hose 
and sprayer were leaking.
So I repaired them. 
“It needed to be done,”
said Mother Theresa,
and “Yes, I like to fix things,”
said Rube Goldberg.

Even things should 
not suffer, even if 
they are “inanimate.” 


3. A disciple of Buddha does not misuse sexuality but rather cultivates and encourages open and honest relationships. 

Desire

Sexuality is a force 
that drives us.

I thrive on open 
and honest relationships. 

When I’m opening up,
others tend to do that.

I’m challenged to moderate 
distance between myself 
and others. 

When should I speak
or not?

Linda was reading 
when I woke up 
this morning. Do I 
interrupt her and 
say good morning?

Does she know 
I’m feeling that? 

So I haven’t talked to her, 
realizing that she needs space 
after watching 
two-year old Nate
for four days. 

Sexuality is really 
connection and non-connection
for me. It is finding the space
between us.


4. A disciple of Buddha does not lie but rather cultivates and encourages truthful communication. 

Deceit

I lie. And
not only at night
in my bed.

It is another dance,
knowing when to talk
and when to shut up.

I read the book
on Honest. You’d
think that would have 
been enough.

How much truth
do you want? 
How much can
our relationship
sustain?

What should I overlook,
even when I can’?

When I ask,
should I tell the truth?
You say yes,
and (soon) regret it.

Is that why, T.S. Eliot, 
“the women come and go
talking of Michelangelo”?


5. A disciple of Buddha does not intoxicate self or others but rather cultivates and encourages clarity. 

Meth

My intoxicant is distraction… 
on the Internet, on Earth. 
Not saying no. 

Believing that I have unlimited time. 

Others appear to
have great focus. 

It takes me too long 
to finish things—

“driven to distraction.”


6. A disciple of Buddha does not slander others but rather cultivates and encourages respectful speech. 

Slander
I slander in my mind and in conversation.
And I did not know it. 

Am I supporting life? 

Yes, no lie here. 

But do I speak a belief 
as if it is the truth?

Usually.

Sometimes thinking that
the end justifies the means.

And even sometimes,
as I’m doing it,
I wish I wasn’t.

I just slandered my chicken friends,
calling them lazy,
because, 
after laying 13 eggs in two days,
they are taking a deserved
break. 

See, I used their 
human shortcomings, 
as justification,
for my slanderous tongue.


7. A disciple of Buddha does not praise self at the expense of others but rather cultivates and encourages self and others to abide in their awakened nature. 

Humble

I wonder when I bragged a little, 
telling how I was once this or that.

As I said it, I wondered
if I should have said,
what I did.

I wondered, too,
 if saying something
I had done 
would accomplish the end
in my mind?

If so, does that justify it?

Hardly.


8. A disciple of Buddha is not possessive of anything but rather cultivates and encourages mutual support

Mine!

What do I own that was only mine?

Shouldn’t Iacknowledge 
where it came from?

Is it really mine 
when I depend on you
to protect it 
and be with it 
and invent it 
and…?

I say “my computer.” Ha. 
What did I do 
to help it 
come into my world?


9. A disciple of Buddha does not harbor ill-will but rather cultivates and encourages lovingkindness and understanding. 

Spite

Somedays I feel like pinching people,
for no reason except I felt pinched
yesterday or the day before.

I know it is silly, 
because pinching will never
break the pattern.

Smiling would be 
a whole lot better.
Stop pinching 
even if it seems warranted.

As humans are precious, 
pinching is never warranted…
even if it is so easy
when the target appears 
to beg for it.


10. A disciple of Buddha does not abuse the Three Treasures but rather cultivates and encourages awakening, the path and teaching of awakening and the community that takes refuge in awakening. 

Nurturing

As he said we need
to take care of things,
he put his holy book
into a puddle of soda.

I felt wounded, 
wanting to snatch
the book away,
and save her
from that 
indelible stain.

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Personal Spiritual Ancestors:

Note: I have no idea what spiritual means, but I’ll try.

People who gave me broken machines to take apart so could figure out how they worked.

My grandpa, who let me fix stuff and who believed in me.

My grandma, who told me continually about her brother the rabbi… and whose love of music inspired me to do art.

My neighbors who went to church and had a stained glass window in their living room (in the wall with electric lights behind).

My first art teacher, Robert Erickson, who recognized something in me and gave me permission to break rules.

A philosophy teacher Joseph Agassi who let us explore and be scholars instead of students.

Two art teachers in college (and many others), Peter Bodnar and Art Sinsabaugh, who believed in me.

My Rin Tin Tin dog, Blackbeard, who found me and stuck around for ten years.

Kids and Grandkids, Josh, Melissa Jasper, Dash, Charlie and Nate, who taught me so much, esp. that other people, even kids, are there own people.

My wife, Linda, who calmly stuck around, told me the truth, and made everything she touched turn beautiful. 

Hans, Francois, and Susan, who have been friends for most of my life, who were there over and over again.

Carl Jerome, my first Zen/Chan teacher, who tried so hard to move me from my discursive mind to my wisdom-heart.

Countless sentients who gave me so much, and were around at just the right time, challenging me so much.

1 comment:

Diffy said...

Your thoughts here were the first thing I encountered this morning. Thank you for opening the door so wide for my day's journey. You are always a teacher friend.

Duffy