A few weeks back I had a lively and interesting discussion with Dr. Mara Karpel on her internet radio show, Your Golden Years. She is also the author of a great book, The Passionate Life: Creating Vitality and Joy at Any Age. Check out her site to find out more, or to listen to her archive with 6 years of her radio show.
Two recent posts by James Ford and my teacher Dosho Port explore the question of modern vs. classic Buddhism, which seems to center on the belief in reincarnation and karma. They cover it in much more learned detail than I could. But it provided a jumping off point for me, about some thoughts on Buddhist practice in our times.
James’ blogpost was titled The Problem of Our Suffering: A (Modernist) Zen Buddhist Meditation. Rather than modern vs. classic, beliefs vs. secularist, where I’d like to dig a little deeper is specifically in the question of the problem of our suffering in this modern world.
Suffering is the reason for our practice–why Buddha set out on his path of awakening, and the reason most of us come to the practice. It is the question that is answered by the Buddha’s teaching. Dogen says that awareness of suffering and impermanence is the beginning of setting out on the path.
And of course the story of the Buddha begins with him as the Prince Shakyamuni, hidden away behind the palace walls by his father, attempting to shield him from seeing suffering in any form, to keep him from setting off on the spiritual path. Seeing a sick person, an elderly person, and a dead body set him on the path that finally led him to his first noble truth, Life is marked by suffering. He specifically asks the question, “and what is suffering?” to which he answers, “Sickness, old age, and death.”
The question that occurs to me recently, has the nature of suffering as we experience it changed? In Buddha’s time, and for most time since, sickness, old age and death have been constants, omnipresent and have not changed. But in recent years in much of the world several changes have taken place. Many of the medications available to us have meant that an injury no longer means death by infection. Pain medications lessen the suffering of those ill or dying, and all these treatments have extended life spans—though you could argue that they’ve only increased the shadow of the dying process. Most of us experience less illness and death in our lives.
I am aware too, that this is partly a matter of privilege, still in the world. And most of these changes have taken place in the West. That you are likely to have this experience if you are living in the industrial world, particularly if you are affluent, white, and already healthy. For much of the world, and for those here who are brown, or disabled, female, poor, or mentally ill, none of this has changed much.
But in the west it’s mainly those who are white and affluent who are the ones practicing Buddhism, and so our experience of pain and suffering affects our understanding and practice. It used to be one could not avoid sickness, old age, and death. So that Buddha could send a woman out to find a mustard seed from a house untouched by sickness and death, and it was a profound teaching moment for the woman who could find no such house. But many of us live like Buddha did in his princely life—walled off from the real suffering that is part of human life.
That suffering seems key in anything we look at in terms of dedication to the practice. Dogen set off on the path after walking the incense wafting up at his mother’s funeral. More teachers than I can count were orphaned. But I think back to my fairly lower middle class upbringing, where other than hearing of my great grandmother’s passing (who I hardly knew) death seemed to be a distant concept rather than a real experience. And sickness was the usual childhood illnesses mixed with trips to the ER for stitches after falling off a bike.
In college when I was studying Buddhist Psychology, I remember my advisor, who was an Eastern religion prof himself, encouraged me to make study a Marxist cultural analysis and compare or combine it with the Buddha’s analysis of the human condition. He had me read a book called The Pursuit of Loneliness, by Philip Slater, in which one of the author’s arguments is that particularly in America, we fall into the trap of what he called “the toilet syndrome.” Anything unpleasant is flushed away, out of sight, out of mind. Whether that be death, or the elderly, or the disabled (and one could add the poor, nuclear waste, climate change, on and on.) So the possibility of empathy, much less even seeing this suffering of others, is nearly impossible. Perhaps rather than viewing the cultural issue from a Marxist view, we could apply the Buddhist view to society as a being rather than an amalgamation of suffering beings, but that’s a subject for another post.
And so we modern Western Buddhists focus on suffering as discomfort, as the uneven ride in a cart with a bad wheel (the root of the word dukkha.) Some have even begun using the term “stress” to describe suffering, which seems to me to lead to the lessening of the urgency of practice. If I’m practicing to deal with my stress, it’s likely my practice is only focused on my own feelings of comfort and ease. David, a friend of mine in twelve step recovery talks of going to see his sponsor with his usual problems and complaints. “Finance or romance?” his sponsor would ask. David would respond, “I find it upsetting that you think all my problems can be reduced to two such simple things.” “I’m sorry,” his sponsor would say. So which is it?” “Finance,” he’d answer begrudgingly, and then they could talk about it. And many western Buddhists it seems are in the same boat—suffering is vague discomfort, unease with self or one’s place in the world, or at worst the loss of a job or love affair. We get to live in this palace where we are hidden away from the true pain in the world.
What led to all this for me is the fact of my own aging. I wound up in the ER with pains in my gut, and was diagnosed with diverticulitis. As I laid in the bed, and they looked for a vein and took my medical history, which mostly consisted of lots of “no, no, no” I finally said, “I have a very boring medical history. I’ve been pretty lucky.” But getting the diagnosis, and knowing this was something that’s to a large degree age-related, I was suddenly struck by the fact of my own aging, my own body beginning to decay. Even after having gone through the death of my mother last spring, I was surprised it took something like this to bring it to a more visceral level for me.
Of course it seems no matter how much suffering I might witness, and how much I might try to let go of cherishing my self, suffering still hits home more when it’s my own. And more so when it’s tangible, physical pain or sickness I can’t “think away.” Which I often think is the difficult part of really practicing this path. Someone once said that if you travel to India you can see why the Buddha taught what he did–in the climate there, everything deteriorates, and there is so much sickness and death, and there was even more in Buddha’s time. So for me it’s the most visceral experiences of dukkha that get my attention. Otherwise, it’s just me whining about “finance or romance,” as my friend put it.
Yet of course, practice begins to open me up to the experience of suffering in other beings. But in this modern world I can be like the Prince Siddhartha, rarely seeing it in my own life. In one Mahayana teaching, it is taught that is a stage on the Path where one begins to feel the sufferings of others as one’s own. And beyond that, where one feels the suffering of ALL beings as one’s own. I can’t even imagine that. But I can see how that would blow your mind, as it did literally for Avalokiteshvara.
Even among spiritual teacher these days, there are big names who tell us that before long death will no longer be a problem, as though it isn’t a mark of existence. And scientists and doctors who believe that one day soon illness can be overcome with proper knowledge and treatment.
So what is there to do? Short of stopping this march of the culture towards a world where we can ignore sickness, old age, and death (and good luck with that) I come back to the Buddha’s story. When we live behind the walls of the palace, we must open our eyes to the suffering of others. I must go out into the world to see that suffering and not turn away. Not only for them, but for myself. I can work to be sure that my practice is one that helps me to see that suffering of all beings, so that i can continue to work as hard as I can to alleviate the cries of the world.
Eyes and Hands
Years ago reading of those monks
Meditating in charnel grounds
To become intimate with stages of decay of these impermanent bodies.
Or as women danced like fire through my mind and blood
given the suggestion to imagine those objects of my lust
It didn’t help.
Now, the ability to hold my breath and be still finally useful.
As I breathe in and slide into the CT machine
Ring of magnets whirling
Throat on fire with the contrast piped into my arm.
Ah sickness, old age and death!
What need to contemplate suffering or impermanence
When I can become most intimate with it in my own body
Bones harden, joints tighten, membranes thin
And I don’t have to visualize
When a quick review of the internet shows me
Photos and drawings
The exact image of these aging entrails.
My hard won wisdom?
Learn to be still.
Eat more fiber.
Remember it’s all short.
Cells leach from skin and bones
Replaced with compassion
Like minerals entered those dinosaurs now stone
I slowly become Kannon
Eyes and hands for those who know of this
And those who avoid it.
Compassion even for this one who turns slowly
To soften the pain
Mouth stopped up like metal
Taste on the tongue.