Showing posts with label Buddhism. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Buddhism. Show all posts

Sunday, May 1, 2011

RELIGION PART II

The Buddha used death as his last great teaching;
as did Jesus.
The Buddha didn’t have to die;
Jesus didn’t have to die.
 Nay, Nay.
The kind Tibetan Monk warned us not to compare.
“Do not try to make different religious traditions fit.
Each has its own beauty, point of view, quality.
We should understand each one as it is.
It’s an insult to religious tradition
to make them the same.
The Buddhist don’t kill any living thing.
That’s a tenant of their faith.
Other faiths believe differently.
Some traditions give up worldly possessions
and live meagerly.
Each morning they take their empty bowl
and wait for someone to put food in it.
Who would put food in the bowl if everyone did this?
Some live, permanently or temporarily,
in a little hut with a board for a bed,
A shelf for worldly belongings,
If lucky, a chair and table.
 Jesus replied:
"Foxes have dens to live in, and birds have nests,
but the Son of Man has no place even to lay his head."  Luke 9:58

City Creek: Luxury living, temple views and 'new urbanism'

The Salt Lake LDS temple is shown through the window of a ninth floor condo at the City Creek Condos in downtown Salt Lake City.
The Salt Lake Tribune
Published: April 25, 2011 06:16PM
When Matt Dickamore designed the decor of model units at the Richards Court condominiums in the new City Creek development, he found it helpful to envision imaginary clients.
For a 1,900 square-foot unit with a partial view of Temple Square, he named the imaginary clients “Bob and Linda,” envisioning a wealthy couple approaching retirement.
“All the kids have moved on and Bob and Linda have traveled the world,” explains Dickamore, creative director at Denton House, an interior design and architecture firm. “They have grandkids and they bought this place to be their second home. It will be their primary home when they retire.”
A few steps away from their door is the 900-square-foot abode of “David and Veronica,” a young couple with a “hip vibe to their life,” Dickamore says. “They like things simplified and streamlined.” And judging from the impossible tidiness of the model, the couple is “also a little bit OCD,” he says, smiling.
The two model units, whose interiors were designed by Salt Lake-based Denton House, offer a glimpse into the unexpected complications designers faced in selling and decorating these upscale condos. These urban homes are a key part of the rising multi-use development that will buffer Temple Square from the rest of the city.
On one hand, City Creek represents The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints’ monumental foray into “new urbanism,” with its emphasis on a walkable downtown where residents live, work and play.
On the other hand, local designers say City Creek’s Portland-based developers and architects, familiar with the Northwest’s urban scene, were thrown off-balance. They were surprised that buyers of City Creek condos tilted toward older couples wanting to retire near the spiritual center of their faith, rather than young professionals seeking first homes in a urban environment.
Instead of young professionals who want to live and work downtown surrounded by restaurants, clubs, museums and other amenities, buyers at City Creek tend to be aging baby boomers in their 50s and 60s. The condos are considered second homes or weekend retreats, she says.
No one familiar with Utah, of course, would be surprised. After all, these are pricey properties: Bob and Linda’s condo goes for $1 million, not counting the interior design, while a full-on Temple view costs upward of $2 million.
City Creek’s clients, so far, appear to be LDS members who want to live and retire near one of the church’s holiest sites. Denton House has yet to work with a non-Mormon client in connection with City Creek, Buchan says.
Moreover, designing for this older LDS group brings challenges, Buchan says. About 90 percent of the time, the condos have two residents, she says, but occupancy explodes during the remaining 10 percent.
“Especially on holidays and during [LDS Church] Conference, these things are really full,” Buchan says. “They want to have a lot of sleeping spaces. We had to get really creative in putting in bunk-bed spaces to sleep a large family.”
A case in point: One completed 2,200 square-foot condo in the 10-story Richards Court has a spectacular view of the Salt Lake LDS Temple through a 9-foot-by-20-foot panoramic window. An office, also with a Temple view, has a fold out double bed and a triple bunk bed concealed behind the cabinetry. “Whenever they have extra family visiting, they have the three-high bunk beds for kids,” she says. “That’s the kind of flexibility we had to design for.”
A visitor can’t help being struck by the irony of standing in a luxurious condominium, gazing down on the Temple and Tabernacle built by the sweat and faith of Mormon pioneers.
Anonymous Readers Reaction:
1.        It's a new concept on Jesus’ teachings .. instead of chasing the money changers away from the temple .. you build them elitist homes next door.
2.       "On one hand, City Creek represents The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints’ monumental foray into new urbanism". What the heck is a church, a tax exempt entity that is supposedly "spiritual" in nature doing "foraying" into ANY business venture?? I call it absolute hypocrisy.
3.       Several years ago I had a friend who was dying and so was her baby. Her husband called the bishop and elders quorum president, and several others, asking them to come down to the hospital to help give her a blessing. Each and everyone of these people said they had to attend a stake meeting that day or evening.  Finally, my friend's husband called my husband, and asked him to come down to the hospital to help give her and their baby a blessing. You need to understand they were dying...the baby did die later. My husband's mother was in the hospital with cancer, and they were considering doing bone marrow transplant...so he was under his own stress. He went...no questions asked.  When I learned the details, of how the bishopric and elders quorum pres. were in a hurry to get to their stake meeting, here is the question I asked my home teacher and my bishop: What if the Lord had come to their meeting? What would he have said: I put forward he would have said something like this:  Brothers why are you here, at this meeting, when your sister and mine, and her child are in the hospital dying. Why are you here instead of doing my work? Why is this meeting more important then doing my work among our sister and her baby?  So tonight I ask the general authorities of the LDS church...what exactly would the Lord say to them...as they gaze out at the view of the temple, etc., in those multi million and multi hundred thousand dollars apartments. Would the lord be proud, or would he ask about the hungry child crying in the back room of some trailer house. Would he be more concerned about the father and mother struggling to pay their bills, buy food and keep a roof over the heads of their children. Just exactly where would the Lord rather have had all those billions invested...in tall buildings, marble hallways, and million dollars apartments...or in his brothers and sisters, who are crying in the night from hunger, cold and fear?
Wealth is highly valued and rewarded
in our religious culture.
posh red velvet seats in the tabernacle;
limousines, thick carpets, exquisite decorations;
1st class hotels, 1st class flights, entourage
While in Tahiti
We spent an afternoon visiting with the
Temple Recorder
He mentioned a recent visit of a General Authority
How the people planned and prepared for his visit
With luscious island food
Gifts a year in the making of quilts
And robes
lavished upon the visiting authorities.
“I wonder,” he pondered,
“if they stopped to realize how much these faithful
islanders sacrificed to do this for them.
They are so poor.
They don’t have enough food to eat;
Clothes to wear,
Or adequate shelter.
When I was a missionary here 40 years ago
everyone could pick
Fruit and have an abundance of food.
Not any more.
The French testing bombs
Has polluted the water
And the air.
The natural food supply has vanished.
They will go hungry for a long time.”

Truly no austere huts for us.
No alms bowls.
And I’m afraid some get puffed up with power.
What is it they say?
“Power corrupts.
Absolute power corrupts absolutely.”
—Lord Acton
 Power will intoxicate the best hearts, as wine the strongest heads.  No man is wise enough nor good enough to be trusted with unlimited power.  Walter Colto
 That they may be conferred upon us, it is true; but when we undertake to cover our sins, or to gratify our pride, our vain ambition, or to exercise control or dominion or compulsion upon the souls of the children of men, in any degree of unrighteousness, behold, the heavens withdraw themselves; the Spirit of the Lord is grieved; and when it is withdrawn, Amen to the priesthood or the authority of that man.
Behold, ere he is aware, he is left unto himself, to kick against the pricks, to persecute the saints, and to fight against God.
We have learned by sad experience that it is the nature and disposition of almost all men, as soon as they get a little authority, as they suppose, they will immediately begin to exercise unrighteous dominion.
Hence many are called, but few are chosen.
No power or influence can or ought to be maintained by virtue of the priesthood only by persuasion by long-suffering, by gentleness and meekness, and by love unfeigned;
By kindness, and pure knowledge, which shall greatly enlarge the soul without hypocrisy, and without guile.—D&C 121
Sadly, I can never remember being interviewed by a Priesthood leader who I felt cared about me specifically.  All followed the handbook; all asked the questions; but I felt no love, no concern, no interest; no genuine acceptance, understanding, or inclusion.
And in one tragic instance, I actually felt “the heavens withdraw themselves”.  Was the Spirit of the Lord aggrieved?
 Consider the lilies how they grow: they toil not, they spin not; and yet I say unto you, that Solomon in all his glory was not arrayed like one of these.  Luke 12:27
 I’ll remain strong in the faith
of my fathers and mothers
Maybe turn to Yoga to cleanse and purify
Yoga is a science; not a religion
savasana – corpse pose – my favorite
here in these moments of stillness and silence
- rejuvenation; replenishment -
Namaste
(May the teacher and the light in me honor
the teacher and the light in you.)

RELIGION PART I

I have been fascinated with the logic and beauty of the words of the Tibetan Monk I listened to on the Podcast:
 We believe that attachment
is the basis for all suffering.
You wouldn’t get angry if you realized
that what makes you angry is not going to last.
You have to understand the impermanence of all things,
except our minds.
Even the most horrible situation doesn’t last.
Why be jealous?  Why be proud?  Nothing lasts.
We waste our lives getting attached
to meaningless things.
Delusions temporarily obscure our mind;
the potential may be obscured
but can never be taken away.
Everything we get in this life we lose;
always decaying; can’t hold onto.
Impermanence of things is inescapable.
We get attached to so many things that have no value.
The work of this life is endless;
never brings satisfaction.
First World countries offers so many comforts;
yet we have all these things
and still find life empty and meaningless.
What is fantastic?
What is wonderful?
What is reliable?
The mind.
It doesn’t decay, it doesn’t rust.
Definition of mind:
That which is clear and knowing.
Not talking about the brain,
or electrical images produced by the brain.
Our mind is beginningless and endless.
The deluded mind comes to an end
but the true mind is indestructible.
It knows, experiences, feels.
Nothing else does that.
Only the mind does that.
The mind sees things as they actually are.
The mind knows; it has the potential
to know everything perfectly
when delusions are removed.
Free mind of disturbing thoughts
and the mind will know.
Anger and hate are gone.
The mind knows another human being with love;
knows with compassion 100%.
We all have some degree of kindness, patience,
generosity, intelligence, love, compassion,
tolerance, perseverance, sensitivity, wisdom.
The true nature of our mind will never betray us.
‘We can rely on, take refuge in,
the pure nature of our mind.
The deluded mind lies to us.
Treat every sentinel being
as if they were your kind mother.
How could you possibly harm anyone
who has possibly been your mother?
Father?  Brother?  Sister?  Friend?
Wake up and use this life in a meaningful way.
 May you be filled with loving kindness.
May you be well.
May you be peaceful and at ease.
May you be happy.
       Ancient Tibetan Buddhist Blessing
    Do you find that enthralling?  Beautiful?

I considered these exponents with interest
until in answer to a question, he said:
“You’re asking me if God exists?
God as Creator does not exist;
the Creator does not exist.”
STOP.
Suddenly, I knew
How very much
I value our concept of a loving Heavenly Father
who cares about me personally.
I need someone to look over me.
To be there for me.
He can appoint a Guardian Angel.
I’d like that.
I just have to know that
someone with more sense than I’ve got
can guide and direct me.
I don’t think we can do it alone.
It’s too hard.
I believe the Joseph Smith story.
I believe he saw God the Father
and His Son Jesus Christ
when he prayed for guidance.
I feel a great deal of comfort
in the teachings of my youth;
I like to believe these things.
I believe Jesus lived on this earth
and died for our sins
that we may all be resurrected
and live with God, the Creator, again.

Monday, March 28, 2011

Humility and Gratitude


I’m intrigued with Buddhism.
I like their teachings and beliefs.
They are so confusing.
I’ve been listening to the Zen podcasts for several months now and still have no idea what they are talking about but I like them.  They soothe me.  As I’m listening, I have a reverence for all things good and beautiful, including myself and everyone I know.
 This is a story told on humility:
This Buddha teacher is meditating in front of the alter.  “I’m nobody,” he chants.  “I’m nobody.”
Another monastic type, also meditating, says, “I’m nobody.  I’m nobody.”
The janitor hearing them, goes over and kneels in front of the alter, chanting, “I’m nobody.  I’m nobody.”
The teacher leans over to the monk and whispers:
“Look who thinks he’s nobody.”

A story on enlightenment, followed by a story told by Frances Lee Menlove on gratitude:
“How long will it take to be enlightened?”
“Ten years.”
“What if I really try hard, how long will it take?”
“Twenty years.”
Devotional
Gratitude:  A Contagious Choice
by Frances Lee Menlove
I recently visited a Buddhist monastery in Korea.  The monk who greets us suggested we open our minds and let the winds waft through them as we proceeded up the stairs to the ancient temple.  Open your mind as I tell you a story; listen deeply, and let this ancient tale have its way with you.
There were two Buddhist monks, one somber and one joyful, living miles apart.  The first monk prayer all day long in deep motionless silence.  The second monk would sing and dance his praises to God near a huge tree in the monastery garden.
One day, an angel appeared to the first monk and said, “I have come from God.  You have been given permission to ask God one question.  What is your question?”  The somber monk looked up and asked, “How many more lives must I live before I attain self-realization?”
The angel left him and reappeared miles away to the second monk, who was singing and dancing before God.  The angel said, “I have come from God.  You have been given permission to ask God one question.  What is your question?”  “Without hesitation, the joyful monk, asked, “How many more lives must I live before I attain self-realization?”  And with that, the angel disappeared.
One week later, the angel returned to the somber monk and said, “I have the answer you seek.  You must live three more lives before you attain self-realization.”  Hearing this, the first monk fell dejectedly into heavy sobbing, “Three more lives, three more lives.  Oh, no,” he cried, “three more lives.”
The angel left and appeared to the dancing monk.  “I have your answer,” the angel said, “Do you see that tree around which you have been dancing and singing your praises to God?”
“Yes,” replied the joyful monk.
“You must live as many more lives as there are leaves on that tree before you will attain self-realization,” the angel said.
The monk looked up at the tree and said, “Why, there must be ten thousand leaves on that tree.  Only ten thousand lives?  Only ten thousand more lives, and I will attain self-realization!”  And the monk began to sing and dance joyfully before God.
Suddenly a deep voice thundered from heaven, “My child, this day you have attained self-realization.”
This story depicts gratitude as almost a state of being.   The joyful monk is an example of President Hinckley’s assertion that gratitude is the essence of worship.  Being grateful for the shining moon, the orange on the counter, and the open book on the table.  Grateful when the right word comes to mind, when a name is remembered—and a sense of humor when it doesn’t.  Grateful for the laughter of the kids running around the front yard.  Grateful for the astounding space photographs taken by the Hubble telescope.  Grateful for the gift of life. 
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After reading this, my brother DeLoy, the poet, wrote:
Tale of Two Monks

One Buddhist monk
Was most grateful;
He had great spunk.

The other monk
Somber, fearful;
His life kerplunk.

Tuesday, February 1, 2011

Happiness Without a Cause

I enjoy the Zen podcasts that Amy downloaded for me while I’m exercising.  They calm me down; remind me I don’t have to fix everything or have everything perfect.
They say to me:
Don’t be anxious about the fact that the world isn’t perfect.
Live in *trust
                 *integrity
                 *gratitude
                 *generosity
                 *mindfulness
BE IN THE MOMENT
Present for one another.
Because you are present, you are connected.
Mystery brings happiness.  We don’t have to have all the answers.  The mind that is not baffled is not employed.
Just be happy.
Happiness without a cause.
 If someone is suffering, you do them no favors to take upon yourself their suffering.  You be well so you can help them get well.
 A Brief for the Defense
by Jack Gilbert
Sorrow everywhere. Slaughter everywhere. If babies
are not starving someplace, they are starving
somewhere else. With flies in their nostrils.
But we enjoy our lives because that's what God wants.
Otherwise the mornings before summer dawn would not
be made so fine. The
Bengal tiger would not
be fashioned so miraculously well. The poor women
at the fountain are laughing together between
the suffering they have known and the awfulness
in their future, smiling and laughing while somebody
in the village is very sick. There is laughter
every day in the terrible streets of
Calcutta,
and the women laugh in the cages of
Bombay.
If we deny our happiness, resist our satisfaction,
we lessen the importance of their deprivation.
We must risk delight. We can do without pleasure,
but not delight. Not enjoyment. We must have
the stubbornness to accept our gladness in the ruthless
furnace of this world. To make injustice the only
measure of our attention is to praise the Devil.
If the locomotive of the Lord runs us down,
we should give thanks that the end had magnitude.
We must admit there will be music despite everything.
We stand at the prow again of a small ship
anchored late at night in the tiny port
looking over to the sleeping island: the waterfront
is three shuttered cafés and one naked light burning.
To hear the faint sound of oars in the silence as a rowboat
comes slowly out and then goes back is truly worth
all the years of sorrow that are to come.

No Change

About

The first day of autumn
returning from alms round
I set down my bowl by the temple
to go play with the children.
Last year: a foolish monk.
This year: no change.
–Ryokan
I like the part about setting down his bowl and going to play with the children.  Too often after “alms round” (taking care of responsibilities), we forget to take the time to play with the children or even to relax ourselves.
However, taking it out of context, I focus on the last two lines:
Last year: a foolish monk.
This year:  no change.
And in abject self-reproach, I write:
Last year:  a foolish wife, mother, grandmother, sister, friend.
This year:  no change.

(I might mention that “Alms round” for a monk is when he takes his empty bowl each morning and goes into town.  If they desire, they put food in it for him to eat.  Sometimes he gets plenty and sometimes none.  Then he goes back to his “hut” to eat it and meditate.)