Buddhism, yoga

Yama and Mara: Hindu and Buddhist personifications of Death, a hypothesis

Both Buddhism and Hinduism personify Death in the form of a deity. The two traditions’ imagination around this figure naturally has many overlaps, but I’m suddenly thinking about some that I can’t find any reference to in the scholarly literature. The correspondence is about the role of Death as Teacher, as appearing in the Kaṭha Upaniṣad, and the role of Māra the Tempter in the Pāli Buddhist texts. I’ll narrate briefly two stories, then speculate wildly. 

art, Buddhism, theory

“You are the music while the music lasts”: Improvisation, practice, silence, research

 

There is a Zen riddle that replies to its own question. ‘Does a dog have the Buddha nature?’ the riddle asks. ‘Answer either way and you lose your own Buddha nature.’  Faced with a mystery about divinity, according to the riddle, we must always hover, uncertain, between the two possible answers. Never, on pain of losing our own divinity, are we allowed to decide.

(Morton Feldman) [1]

feldmanThat quote, from New York School composer Morton Feldman, places us in an awkward position, which is certainly the intent of the original Zen riddle, Joshu’s MU, often assigned to new monks as their first inquiry. The riddle, or koan, tells us Joshu’s answer to the question, “Does a dog have the Buddha nature?” Joshu says, “NO”. Anyone studying this koan knows, as the monks in the original story would have, that “all sentient beings have Buddha Nature”, so what’s with this “NO”? Joshu’s “NO” is a method—it vibrates in the student’s mind until it breaks open in a moment of intuitive recognition of the Emptiness of the duality of having and not-having. Understanding is not caused by the koan, but is not independent of it. Conditionality in Buddhist metaphysics is layered and discontinuous: “The effect follows upon the cause, but it is not produced by it. It springs up, so to speak, out of nothing.” [2] This springing up “out of nothing” is at the heart of music improvisation, and is central to both artistic and mystical practice. In this talk, I’ll explore some parallels between the disciplines of improvisation and meditation, revealing some of the mysteries in both making—and listening—to music. 

meditation, theory, yoga

I have seen the yogi and he is us: Patañjali and the consolations of ambiguity

One of the marks of a great text seems to be that it can be deeply important to wildly different people from cultures separated from each other by vast distances of time and space. A theater company in Kolkata establishes a reputation for cutting social realism by putting on Ibsen’s A Doll’s House, while a British director in France hubristically (and with some success) attempts to stage the entire Mahabharata. A Japanese director who traces his lineage to medieval Noh theater creates a viscerally danced Elektra, and a New York-based postmodernist turns the Chinese opera The Peony Pavilion into a meditation on the fractured 21st century urban self. Texts that have managed to be preserved across centuries and continents, through all the complex conditions that make preservation possible, acquire new forms and meanings as new hands crack the spines of new editions and translations, each version speaking to new ears, bodies, minds.

Buddhism, social action, yoga

Devotion and doubt: race, religion, and postmodern kirtan

After a long day of sessions, feeling with clients/students through the morass of feelings and confusions that seem to be the near-universal experience of being human around here, I light a dry leaf of white sage, shake off the fire, and walk slowly around the practice room both clearing the air and honoring the images and statues that live there. I love these images, and each one reminds me of an aspect of reality, of spirit, of nature, of my work in the world, the questions that burn in my heart, and the healing I hope to offer to the people who come to sit with me.

I wave the glowing, smoking leaf in front of each object in a casual approximation of an arati gesture, the waving of lamps in front of deities that often happens at the end of a Hindu puja. For some I softly mouth a mantra associated with this deity. First, the large Quan Yin that dominates the altar, “Namo Quan Shr Yin Pusa”, a Chinese version of her name. Then the smaller Buddha and Ganesha sitting side by side, “Namo Tassa Bhagavato Arahato Samma-sambuddhasa”, I honor the Blessed One, Perfected and Fully Awakened, “Om Gam Ganapataye Namaha”, may all obstruction be moved through.

I move counterclockwise through the room to Green Tara, a Nepalese thangka gifted from a dear friend, “Om Tare Tuttare Ture Svaha”, another Quan Yin painting, and offer a waft of fragrant smoke in front of a small photo of the inscrutable Neem Karoli Baba in his plaid blanket, teacher of Ram Dass, Krishna Das, and many others, whose ashram we visited in Kainchi in the Himalayan foothills. Maharaji, as he was called, is largely responsible for the lineage of kirtan I practice, and my heart swells with an indefinable joy when I stop for a moment and take in his image.

Buddhism, social action

Saffron-washing part 2: Response to Thich Nhat Hanh

Several folks have posted this Thich Nhat Hanh (TNH) interview to me, after my recent dip into the Google-Mindfulness-Buddhism-Capitalism debate following the Wisdom 2.0 protest. There’s a good debate about it on Be Scofield’s Facebook wall, and a smaller one on mine after this post, and I don’t need to repeat many of the elements of the discussion in those threads that I agree with.

[Frank Jude Boccio’s and Matthew Remski’s responses particularly enunciate positions I am inspired by, and many others chimed in fruitfully since I first wrote this post a week ago: Narayan, Carol, Nathan, and Emma on Be’s thread, and Elanne and Jonathan on mine, thanks, all of you, for an enlivening discussion! This post is slightly edited based on these conversations.]

Buddhism, meditation, social action

Mindfulness the Google Way: well-intentioned saffron-washing?

For the last few years there’s been a growing uproar in San Francisco rooted in dismay and anger over ballooning rents, historically high eviction rates, and other markers of the intense gentrification that has been happening for 15 years or so — if I choose the tech boom of the 90s as a convenient recent historical marker. The recent acceleration follows the recovery of the tech sector after the economic slowdown of the late aughts, with Google — who perhaps evilly, or at least against vigorous recent complaint, busses employees from SF down to their mothership on the Peninsula — occupying the current symbolic center. Here’s Rebecca Solnit’s beautiful piece on the issue and its history. And one from Eric Rodenbeck in Wired. The culprit isn’t just Google, of course, but they’ve become a stand-in for the corporate juggernaut of Silicon Valley that is turning the Mission from a relatively affordable mixed immigrant/artist neighborhood (I lived there for 7 years on $300/month rent! Absurd, right? I know.) to a groovy dormitory for software engineers and the boutiques that date them.

So last Saturday at Wisdom 2.0, a gathering of tech industry progressives inspired by Buddhism and American Buddhist celebrities (including some teachers I very much respect), protestors from Heart of the City interrupted Google’s presentation called “3 Steps to Build Corporate Mindfulness the Google Way” with a strong message about, essentially, Being Evil. Here’s some video, and an account of the event published in Tricycle (Wisdom 2.0 organizers apparently cut the live feed and deleted the interruption from their official video). Here, also, is an organizer of the protest, Amanda Ream, discussing SF’s rapid gentrification and Wisdom 2.0. She encapsulates the issue eloquently:

Buddhism, theory, yoga

“I am not my body”: a response to Matthew Remski

starving buddhaThis writing originated in a comment at the bottom of this great blog post of Matthew Remski’s, in which he continues to unpack the implications in this phrase, “I am not my body”, which first surfaced when used by Cameron Shayne as somehow yogic justification for his rant about how “No Problem!” it should be for him to have sex with his students. I got excited in writing, and because it got really long, am now housing the response here in addition to on his site… To follow the argument, read his post first, if you’re just finding this one (and for a fun, if disheartening afternoon’s study, take the Wayback machine and read Cameron Shayne’s initial grenade, which you can find a link to in Remski’s post, and in my response to it, here).

Matthew, the layers of insight in this writing are beyond what I can respond to in an enthusiastic note written on a slow moving train gliding south next to dark water late on a school night. But I’ll try. [And finish at home later, giving it some of my last night before my partner arrives home from a month away in Burma. This is a good way to spend an evening.]

art, Buddhism, meditation, theory

Inner and outer gaze in dharma and art practice

nagarjuna

I tell you that there is no making an end of suffering & stress without reaching the end of the cosmos. Yet it is just within this fathom-long body, with its perception & intellect, that I declare that there is the cosmos, the origination of the cosmos, the cessation of the cosmos, and the path of practice leading to the cessation of the cosmos. (The Buddha, Rohitassa Sutta, SN 2.26)

Observe his inclination in yourself. (Shax, Hamlet, 2.1)

As a performer, a creator of charged intentional situations, who has found refuge, hope, and guidance in a Buddhist path of meditation and training, a ghost haunts me: the seemingly inevitable end of art as I understand it. I will rehearse here one version of this end, one that in some ways is the same end invoked in this passage from the Pali Canon: “the cessation of the cosmos”. The hinges, as so often in Buddhist phenomenology, are agency, activity, perception, and positionality. (This post is a version of a paper I just gave at a Graduate Symposium at UC Davis, where I study and teach. It’s a little denser than some of my non-academic writing.)

Buddhism, meditation, yoga

Announcing the Piedmont Yoga Studio meditation program!

krsna-meditationDearest community,

I’m excited to announce the Piedmont Yoga meditation program, the most integrated meditation offering of any Bay Area yoga studio (that I know of)!

For thousands of years, meditation has been integral to the practice of yoga. When the practices of āsana (postures) and prānāyāma (breath) were developed, they were thought of as complementary to stillness, cultivating the radiance of body and mind necessary for deep inquiry. In the spirit of this integrated view, Piedmont Yoga Studio is dedicated to yoga as a complete spiritual practice, and offers classes and workshops to support practitioners to bring meditation into their yoga practice and daily life.

quan yin royal easeThe Piedmont meditation program is taught by Jürgen Mollers, Jill Satterfield, and Sean Feit, with support from Zubin Shroff. Each of us has practiced meditation as the heart of our practice for decades, and have taught for many years. We all have strong Buddhist practice roots, and Jill and Sean are also Hatha Yoga teachers, integrating these two beautiful streams of practice in our own bodies and teaching.

Our program consists of three offerings: a weekly meditation group, monthly intro classes, and regular weekend non-residential retreats at the studio. In the future, we also hope to offer longer residential retreats (off-site), allowing practitioners to deepen in yoga and meditation in a focused and intensive way.

Our offerings:

Tuesday night meditation group
7:30-8:30pm, by donation
Taught by the PYS meditation teachers.

Meditation with instructions, silence, and discussion. All are welcome. The group follows Zubin Shroff’s 6-7:30pm Yoga class, creating the possibility for a full yoga and meditation practice evening.

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Monthly intro to meditation class
Sunday, 1-2:30pm, regular class price
Taught by the PYS meditation teachers.

An accessible introduction to meditation, oriented toward beginners, and open to anyone wanting to refresh their personal practice. We’ll work with each person to fine-tune their meditation posture, then sit together. The sit will be guided, with simple meditation instructions given, and time for silent practice. Students will leave with the skills to start or deepen a personal meditation practice, and we’ll have ample time for questions and discussion.

Upcoming intro classes:
Nov 17 — Jill Satterfield
Dec 22 — Jurgen Mollers
Jan 12 — Sean Feit
Feb 9 — Jill Satterfield

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Studio mini-retreats
Affordable daylong and weekend practice intensives
Taught by the PYS meditation teachers.

Devoting a full day or weekend to yoga and meditation is one of the most nourishing gifts we can give ourselves. Piedmont is excited to begin offering regular retreat days, where we will sink deep into our practice, integrating āsana, prānāyāma, meditation, and wisdom teachings in an intimate, affordable, community practice. Beginners in either yoga or meditation, and practitioners from all yoga and Buddhist traditions are welcome.

2014 studio retreats:
April 12-13 — Sean Feit
July 12-13 — Jill Satterfield/Jurgen Mollers
Nov 1-2 — Sean Feit
Please join us for any of these intimate practice opportunities. And many blessings on your path.

Namaste,
Sean

Buddhism, yoga

I let a song go out of my heart: an ear worm gets me thinking about karma

The Buddha attacked by defilements
The Buddha attacked by defilements

This morning, walking up the steps of Sproul Hall at UC Berkeley, through the crisp fall air, I heard a fragment of melody, whistled, in the distance. I only heard a handful of notes, but recognized it as the distinctive dorian mode hook in “Eleanor Rigby” — the part where the words are “…picks up the rice in the church…”. It passed through like a scent redolent of the past, ringing with associations: a core sample of so many layers of myself and my culture. Afterward, on my bike headed home, the song pops into my head. “All the lonely people…” I look around at the kids walking, people in cars, endless houses with their people inside. “Where do they all come from?” An existential veil descends softly over my perception and I begin to see everyone in their great aloneness. And the mystery of origin. Where does it all come from?