Just got back from the Kathina Celebration in Sunnataram Forest Monastery. As usual, another successful and enriching event. As usual, i bought home some self-discovery. Nothing new, things i already knew – but re-emphasised in different ways. I saw the frenzy of my mind, and its continuously grasping nature. I saw again the imperfection in all conditional things, and paradoxically, its prefection because of its imperfection. For imperfection is the state of being, the realism, and therefore, the perfection of its existence.
A simple example i observed. One morning I woke early to do chanting and meditation. Usually i would join the others in the main shrine room, but that morning i wanted to do some sitting meditation and chanting (and chatting to the Buddha) in the Pagoda.
I have observed my own meditation practice: I usually become peaceful within three breaths, but sustaining that peace is what fluctuates (it too is impermanent and beyond my control).
So there i was sitting in meditation and within a short time, i felt a great peace. But not long, my mind begins to wonder. It wants action and activity. So it conjures images and belief that something else is better – in this case, it thinks that walking meditation around the pagoda would be better. I start to believe it, and soon give in. I get up and start doing walking meditation around the pagoda.
Again, it felt great…for a while. Then my mind got restless (again) and wanted to do sitting meditation on the fields that overlook the monastery’s forest. This is one of my favourite meditation spots, so I give in quite willingly to that one.
And as you may have guessed, i sit, feel great, but very soon discomfort sets in – FLIES. That’s right, those pesky flies. But so many of them! I had about 10-15 on me! They were attacking me!
I had to laugh at the irony as i crawled back to the Pagoda to continue meditation. I had ended up where i had begun. Right there, that morning, I had acted out samsara and the Twelve Links of Dependent Origination (Paticcasamuppāda).
But this time around, things were different. I sat, content, without disturbance. I wasn’t wishing, wasn’t chasing, wasn’t grasping, wasn’t looking for the perfect spot. I was just there, completely there in that moment that place, and – without expecting or looking for it – peace came naturally as if it had been there all along just waiting for the right opportunity to be embraced.
Perfection and imperfection are just views. But reality is an experience with that which exists in that moment and in that place that is most immediate and intimate with you. And that is where the knowing happens, not in habitual intellectualisation.
