2010/09/03

History, identity, cultivation


When I was young, history textbooks confused me. Obviously, I was not a smart kid; and not very good at exams. The reason might be just as simple as this: the more I read, the more I got confused.

Several years later, I became a Buddhist; as always, being a Buddhist means learning Buddhism.That's how I started reading Buddhist history or religious history. Then, I finally understood that being confused is O.K. Confusion is just a normal by-product of explanation, and multi-explanation leads to confusion when someone is just not smart enough to understand that things could be understood in so many different ways.

Secular history and religious history both could raise issues about identity. Walking out of the maze of secular history and jumping into the garden of religious history, I see the power of culture and human minds. Human beings are good at shaping and changing their lives according to their needs; those smart ones are even better at shaping and changing history and other people's lives according to their personal needs.

Well, reading history is as good as reading people's minds, or some people's minds. Dharma is people's minds; it reflects people's minds. Buddhist history could be read like this, and the reading activity itself could be another way of cultivation, since reading could change, confuse, or clear one's mind.

And it works. Non-self heals the historical confusion of identity.

2010/09/02

What is Buddhism?


Check it online, you have all kinds of answers.
Check your mind instead, you still have more and more answers.
Buddhists may wonder this; and yet, year after year, new answers keep popping up.
(Buddhist English or Spoken English or Whatever-Works-Is-The-Best English or Whatever)

Keep asking, let it flow.
Live a good life, a happy and healthy one.
Languages can't explain or express everything.
Put it down, let it go.


2010/09/01

花園故鄉


假如能夠,離鄉出去走走。
這不證明光靠走一走,人生就走得出十牛圖頌;
更不隱喻行行且行行、江湖觸目皆禪客,非拔劍即論詩。
參方本不限於走寺廟朝聖地禮諸佛--
地球又何處不道場?

離開故鄉一下下,以距離換取客觀。
看見、聽見那些天經地義(以為天經地義)的一切的真相。
假相、真相、妄相、幻相、實相、法相……怎麼觀怎麼對。
畢竟,天生正報長兩隻腿子,不用來走,做什麼?
好歹給這具臭骨頭一個機會吧?

直到身處一個平日不太開花的地方--眼見買好花通常要上網訂或找百貨公司高價花店、再重金買下顯然是搭飛機空運進口的品種;目睹在短短的野花花季,人們會特地開車出門、半路停車、大費周章只為欣賞與拍攝地上那些斑斑點點的小花們--你才悟到你出生在一個花園。

你暗自忖度:「好樣兒的;竟來個花園投胎!」

新台幣五元、十元就換到一枝(運氣好時不只一枝)盛開鮮美的花。二三十元換一盆。四季都是花;不論小巷人家、街頭路尾,花、花、花。山中多花樹,平地遍是花。假設,你的故鄉是個大花園,你也會從小到大被慣壞,以為花是天經地義的存在、就是到處有得開有得看,四季輪流提供源源不絕的高品質美麗服務,24H不下班。

你才離開一下下就悟到,難怪當年異國來的遠祖移民一見鍾情大呼小叫:「美麗之島!」你這才明白。當年他們完全有充分理由留下;走進你的血液、住在你的DNA。你開始理解,原本歐洲或北美白種人才會流行、原因不明的慢性皮膚病怎麼也一起移民過來、到處擴散。你想,人性如此;花園似的土地,有誰不愛?古早古早以前那些還鮮花髮上插的女孩兒,有誰不愛?

後來,你常啼笑皆非;一起住在花園似的土地,卻一天到晚吵個沒完,到底是在吵些什麼?是嫌天不夠藍、草不夠青、花不夠美、還是嫌夜市小吃不夠香不夠大碗?抑或在海與山、天與地之間,吃飽了太閒只好鬥嘴,否則不夠好玩?以國際觀來講,好比說,當年我們那群來自四面八方的老祖宗,只會看見一個讓他們再也離不開的花園--他們哪會知道,花園裏出生的後代子孫為花寫歌寫詩寫小說或開悟的沒幾個,倒很熱中於為花賣多少錢而鬥嘴?

也許……只為當年花色太美,忘了多一點浪漫遺傳?