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In the hands of the Order – Sanghamati

Sanghamati from Port Fairy Australia tells us about a possession that is very meaningful to him.

“This copy of the Dhammapada ( Ananda Maitreya version) accompanied me over 10 years whilst I travelled around the world.

It was my resource to the Dharma on so many occasions, sitting on planes or in hotel rooms. Sometimes it was a little platform for my tiny little Buddhas which I would set up for meditation as I was travelling.
I carry this book pretty much everywhere with me and I still randomly flick to different parts of the book for inspiration. What I discover is often so relevant to what is going on in my life.
So much of it resonates and hits the target for any doubt or fears or issues at any given time.
The ‘Twins’ or ‘Mind’ sections are favourites to dip into.
I also love giving it as a gift.
It is uplifting, inspiring and empowering.
It’s the first possession I would save if there was a fire in my house.
It has everything needed to keep you spiritually nourished.”

 

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A kind Mum

He seemed very pleased when I commented positively on his hat. It looked like it was a print of a painting by one of the Masters.
We started chatting and I told him about the Buddhas I had been given and asked if he wanted one. He was really attracted to the beautiful glass Kuan Yin. I told him that Kuan Yin was associated with the qualities of compassion and kindness.
I asked him if there was anyone in his life who epitomised kindness.
His face lit up and he beamed, “My mum !”
It was so lovely hearing him talk about his mum. She had obviously helped him out during very tough times. I got the sense she was the most important person in his life, the person who provided a stable safety net in a tumultuous world.
He explained that his mum was currently looking after his own two young children and also his sister’s three children as she was too unwell to look after them.
He had been living on the streets himself in the past but was on his way to an appointment that very day to Human Services where they were trying to sort out a house and furniture for him.
He needed to have his own stable accommodation before he could get his children back living with him.
But meanwhile his mum looked after her 5 grandchildren to save them from going into foster care.
In my time working in Welfare in school settings I met numerous grandparents who had taken on the same selfless responsibility. Love and big open hearts gave them the energy to go beyond what they thought they were capable of.
As this young man readied himself to go off to his appointment he sincerely thanked me for the gift of the little Buddha and he spontaneously gave me a warm hug.
As I walked away, I could well imagine the beautiful hugs he must give his mum.

 

Buddha donated by Lynne

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Coast to Coast with Buddhas in our pockets…Manchester Buddhist Centre

Lynne- Marie shares a journey carrying Buddhas in pockets…

“Arthavadin, Satyamuni and I (Lynne-Marie) completed the Coast to Coast walk across the UK from St. Bees to Robin Hood Bay a total of 192 miles in September. We walked with Buddhas in our pockets offering the third stage of the loving kindness practice, connecting with fellow travellers and local communities. We intended to connect the Triratna movement handing out buddhas gifted from the Sangha to the people we met a long the way. The walk felt like a pilgrimage, each day started with meditation and chanting of the Tiratnavandena. We have raised over £4700 towards the Manchester Buddist Centre Ground Floor Up project. This is one of the many stories of where the Buddhas went and the connections they made…

This is the story of Vajramudita and the Buddha Amoghasidhi donated by Dharmakasara

A few days into planning the Coast to Coast walk, Arthavadin and became aware that we clearly did not have all the skills necessary for planning a trek on this scale, things like map references or even which way up the map needed to be were a challenge! We decided to call on the expertise of the Sangha and contacted Vajramudita and her husband Alan (the expert mountaineers) to assist in planning the 15 day trek along a trail that is for much of the way unmarked. They did an admirable job and helped us book accommodation and decided how long each days
walk would be taking into consideration the terrain. Vajramudita decided she would
join us for a few days of the walk.

The plan...Vajramudita was to join us for the first weekend of
the walk and organised her working week to be in the Lake District. This section of the walk
would take us to some of the remotest parts of the UK including a stay at Blacksail
YHA, the remotest YHA in the country. Vajramudita planned to walk into Blacksail, a two hour
walk over a mountain pass, to meet us at the Youth Hostel by 8pm Friday night and stay overnight at this charming hostel and then walk with us for the next two days.

The reality…Friday morning Arthavdin, Satyamuni and I set out walking from Ennerdale Bridge, a beautiful rural village with a pub, local store and cafe all run by the community. The weather turned increasingly blustery with torrential rain. We arrived at Blacksail around 4pm, the light was fading and the wind strength increasing. We were welcomed by a number of intrepid explorers, got out of our wet clobber, stood our boots to dry on the beams above the wood burning stove and hunkered down in the rather cosy cabin with fellow travellers. We exchanged stories and even took a video inviting everyone to say a few words.

As time progressed we became increasingly worried about Vajramudita, I meditated and sent her metta, I chanted and the whole hostel got out maps to try to work out which way she may be walking in. The limited normal communication systems were not working at the hostel, even the staff were out of communication. The night progressed and Vajramudita’s dinner lay unclaimed in the kitchen. She failed to turn up that evening. Worried and confident she would be OK we turned in for the night.

The next morning the weather was calm and sunny, we walked out of Blacksail and as we reached the top of the ridge I made the first of many attempts to contact Vajramudita, all to no avail. We continued walking checking each hostel on our way to see if she had stayed the night. We were worried and at the same time I felt very connected to her and had this sense that she was OK. It wasn’t until the end of the day, Saturday, when we arrived at the YHA Grassmere that we eventually met up.

When we met Vajramudita told of her night spent alone in the open. Vajramudita had set off to join us at Blacksail, she had realised the weather was bad but had not expected the strengthening wind to gale force, as she crossed the high pass into Blacksail she had been blown off her feet, she continued on. With the worsening visibility and poor light she kept close to the beck (stream or small river), as she tried to cross one beck she had been knocked over and washed down stream by the force of the water, her clothes were soaked and her mobile phone left inoperable. Fortunately the clothes she was carrying in her back pack were in dry bags, keeping her wet clothes on she layered up with all the dry clothes she had and then realising she couldn’t go back over the pass and that it was too dangerous to try to cross the two becks that lay ahead of her, she was benighted and spent the night sheltering under a rock.

Vajramudita has a connection with Vajrayogani and chanted and visualised her presence through the long cold hours she spent in the open. Part of the Vajrayogini practice includes methods for preventing ordinary death, and for transforming all mundane daily experiences into higher spiritual paths.

At first light Vajramudita retraced her steps out of Blacksail as the becks were by now huge torrents of water swollen with the rain overnight.

When we met her she appeared in shock and with a badly swollen hand. We exchanged stories, administered first aid, hugged and shed a few tears of relief. Vajramudita has a suspected fracture of the scaphoid bone in her hand. She is now recovering although using her right hand is painful. The Buddha she chose was Amoghasidhi, donated by Dharmakasara from the Manchester Buddhist Centre.  Amoghasiddhi’s emblem is the double vajra, his mudra is Abhaya or Fearlessness, how fitting!

Call forth as much as you can of love, of respect and of faith.

‘Call forth as much as you can of love, of respect and of faith!

Remove the obstructing defilements and clear away all your taints!

Listen to the Perfect Wisdom of the gentle Buddhas,

Taught for the weal of the world,

for heroic spirits intended!’

from Ratnagunasamchayagatha sutta

 

This morning I was reflecting on how one event could trigger such a range of emotional responses around the world. Some people would be waking up this morning feeling deep joy, excitement and a potential for freedom from their suffering and others are burdened with a gut wrenching sense of despair, worry and fear. And of course there exists the whole a range of emotions in between. Same event- different personal experience. All responses coming from the same human wish to be happy and avoid suffering.

That wish is what all human beings have in common and its where we can find connection.

When I open myself up to the perfect wisdom of the gentle Buddhas at times like this the Dhammapada provides the balm.

 ‘For hatred can never put an end to hatred; love alone can.

This is an unalterable law.’

 

And then the poet Auden reminds me …

All I have is a voice

To undo the folded lie,

The romantic lie in the brain

Of the sensual man-in-the-street

And the lie of Authority

Whose buildings grope the sky:

There is no such thing as the State

And no one exists alone;

Hunger allows no choice

To the citizen or the police;

We must love one another or die.

 

Defenceless under the night

Our world in stupor lies;

Yet, dotted everywhere,

Ironic points of light

Flash out wherever the Just

Exchange their messages:

May I, composed like them

Of Eros and of dust,

Beleaguered by the same

Negation and despair,

Show an affirming flame.

–Wystan Hugh Auden, September 1, 1939 (excerpt)

 

There is the inner voice, the outer voice and the voice that goes on even after one’s death.

I know I need to pay attention to my inner voice, listen compassionately to what it is saying, what it needs, turn towards it with kindness, and then let it have its expression in the world.

And perhaps then its outwardly expression has more chance of being in line with the advice from the Dhammapada…let love conquer hatred.

And of course that is a way for the voice and wisdom of the gentle Buddhas be heard long after we ourselves are gone.

 

 

 

Connected through loss

Sometimes in the West we can be uncomfortable talking about and acknowledging babies who die just before birth or during birth. There is very little in our culture that creates a space for these tender relationships to continue to be acknowledged.

However, in Japan, Ksitigarbha, known as Jizō, or Ojizō-sama as he is respectfully known, is one of the most loved of all Japanese divinities. His statues are a common sight, especially by roadsides and in graveyards. Traditionally, he is seen as the guardian of children, and in particular, children who died before their parents.

The statues can sometimes be seen wearing tiny children’s clothing or bibs, or with toys, put there by grieving parents to help their lost ones and hoping that Jizō would specially protect them.

Thus each time you see a Jizo statue, adorned with these clothes or bibs, you witness the pain of a parent.

I was given one of these little buddhas for my pilgrimage recently.

I knew I had to pass it on to someone who would deeply understand the poignant sense of connection gained by knowing others understand and are willing to be visible with such tender loss.

As this lovely young woman held this little buddha in her hand she said,

“Seeing these pictures of all the Jizos at the Japanese temples reminds me how confronting it can be for many people even to go to the children’s sections of our cemeteries.

Now I visit one regularly to honour my daughter’s place in our family.  It was only when I started going  that I realised so many people have gone through the same deep sadness that my family and I have experienced.  And in a way its comforting …knowing that you’re are not alone.

Talking to other women who had experienced losing their child was also really helpful. I could see that even though they naturally still carried the grief, their futures had unfolded and they had survived.  It allowed me to glimpse that possibility for myself.”

Not in my name…

Some of you may remember on Sept 28th the post about the Nepalese man who, as a young man, had been held in a Chinese prison for four years for writing “Free Tibet ” on buildings in Lhasa. He told me about how, as he endured beatings, he learnt to transform anger into compassion. And now that compassion was a gift to the elderly residents suffering dementia at the aged care home where he worked in Sydney.H On the day he chose a Buddha happily and I walked away to catch a tram home.

img_4844But his story followed me home and it continues to have an effect on me to this day.

Over many months I had been increasingly disturbed by what I had been learning about the effect of detention on refugee children who had been sent to Manus island and Nauru with their families who had attempted enter Australia by boat.

I oppose our government’s policy which puts children in these conditions.

Having worked with children in my profession for 30 years I am very aware of the long term damage that is done when children do not receive the love and care they need . And its so deeply troubling when they lose all hope.

There had been a sense of inertia not knowing how best I could help this very sad situation. So I did nothing except occasionally donate to refugee aid groups and send metta.

It seemed such a solid, not negotiable government line. And I was also aware many people in Australia probably see the policy as effective in its aim to stop the boats coming.

But the families and children have been placed away from our local communities so it is easy to avoid hearing about the range of effects of this harsh policy.

So the suffering continues and I worry most about the children.

On that day sitting on the tram after meeting this man from Nepal I knew I needed to take more action. Something that had been simmering for a while bubbled up and I knew I had to take at least one step towards the problem- instead of feeling it was insurmountable.

At the very least I wanted to add my voice to the protest and say ….not in my name does this government speak or act with my agreement on this issue.

But what action to take…..with whom , where, how…..

As I gazed out of the tram window a memory came of a time a few months ago when I was walking through the city  to hand out a buddha and I saw a group of women dressed in purple standing in the city centre with signs saying Grandmothers Against Detention of Refugee Children. I noted it and felt a peak of interest but walked on by and did nothing on that particular day.

But now it was time and by that night I had joined the local group and made a commitment to attend any of their rallies when I could, write to politicians  and drop the group’s  leaflets around in public places.

There are multiple groups to join and support and many actions that could be taken.  I can study the Buddhist texts and talk endlessly about compassion but it feels empty if I can’t manage even just a small step towards trying to do something to ease others’ suffering.10441921_1675446432695890_8181396388682963104_n

There is a beautiful teaching in the Buddhist text ‘Karaniya metta’ sutta that says in part:

‘…Even as a mother protects with her life
Her child, her only child,
So with a boundless heart
Should one cherish all living beings;
Radiating kindness over the entire world:

Spreading upwards to the skies,
And downwards to the depths;
Outwards and unbounded,
Freed from hatred and ill-will….’

 

I thank this man from Tibet, this half an hour chat with a stranger.  When he chose to tell me his story he inadvertently broadened my vision of what is possible, even when it seems that there are huge barriers in the way.

I am grateful to him for this particular stirring from inertia in relation to this troubling issue on my doorstep.

 

 

 

 

the final 7 months- I need your help

Buddhas in my Pocket.

Have you been enjoying and appreciating this metta journey so far?

Can you help you me continue this worthwhile quest of sharing loving kindness in Australia through the Buddhist teachings ?

I deeply appreciate the support given by many of you who helped make the first 6 months possible.

But now I need to raise $8000 to cover my living and travel costs to complete the final 7 months of this Dharma teaching pilgrimage to Triratna Buddhist centres/ groups along the east coast of Australia.

I will also continue to connect with strangers and hand on over 170 Buddhas that have been donated from people all around the world.

I really need your support to able to keep sharing these stories and the Dharma – to those that come to the centres , to those I hand out Buddhas to and to over 600 people following this pilgrimage online.

Every donation helps me take extra steps on this journey.

Please click on my fundraising page to donate by Paypal.

https://www.mycause.com.au/page/139921/buddhas-in-my-pocket

If you prefer to donate directly to my bank account please email me for account details at

maitripala@gmail

Love Maitripala

 

Talking park bench

During Seniors week in Melbourne recently there was an initiative ‘Talking Park Bench’ which encouraged people to sit down and talk to one another. In acknowledgement of the lost art of starting conversations with strangers three benches were identified in the city centre.  Conversation starters were chained to the bench ready for participants.

When I read about these project I thought it would be an easy place to hand out some of my little Buddhas. But every time I passed the benches no one was sitting there.

So each time I walked on to Federation Square and  found my own pathway  into conversations.

 

Out of her comfort zone

She was enjoying the unseasonal warm weather on the steps of Federation Square.

I offered her a buddha and she chose a small gold earth touching one.

We talked about the meaning of the earth touching hand gesture of this particular Buddha.   The weight of one’s potential for wisdom and compassion can be a grounding and stable condition that we can rely on in times of turmoil and shakiness.

This young woman from Germany was working as an au pair and about to continue her travels around Australia. We talked a little about travel and feeling homesick.

She said when she arrived in Canberra at a youth hostel she did feel homesick.

But she made the effort to get out and about and connect with people and felt much better.

She was actually meeting up on the weekend with a person she had made friends with in Canberra.

She was 19 years old -a common age for having the courage to be be brave and stretch the boundaries and go out of your comfort zone. She was experiencing different cultures and having to connect with strangers to find her way in the world.

Often in our middle years we don’t seem to as easily create the conditions to live a little on the edge….the edge of what is known, comfortable and safe.

I am enjoying stretching the boundaries a little at 60 years of age with the Buddhas in my pocket pilgrimage.

There is much that is unknown for me about the outcome of this particular journey.

I appreciate the opportunity to create the conditions to meet new people and test my courage every now and then.

I highly recommend it as a way of staying very alive to life. 🙂

Buddha donated by Bernie in Wales

 

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