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Twilight in America
   
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April 4 2003
Twilight in America
This morning I was reading a treasury of sublime instructions
from a high Tibetan lama. America contains the symbol Ah,
which sounds the unborn nature of truth. Its also the symbol at
the throat chakra. Sometimes when I sit and visualize the colors
according to my Buddhist practice, I think of the American flag
and how uncanny it is that they are the same. I sit and pray for
liberation from physical, verbal and mental afflictions. And yet
the country I was born into is rocking itself into the hell
realm. Blood soaked terrain propels more blood soaking and the
cycle continues; there seems to be no choice. Propelled by
afflictions.
In contemplating the sufferings of cyclic life in general, they
can be broken down into six sufferings. Life is uncertain. We
can never find a sense of satisfaction. We have to shed our
bodies over and over again. We are born over and over again.
What goes up must come down. And we do this alone. We may think
we have companions but we die alone. Period.
There are more than 5 billion humans on the planet now and few
study the dharma. Its a precious jewel more hidden than seen.
As the Hummer cruises down the freeway, with wheels that afford
a very high panorama, I pass another SUV smashed in on the side,
and debris everywhere. Do people see, do they know? They just
drive around in their Hummers, with bullet proof shadowy glass
protecting bodies that are bound to disintegrate some day. They
are bouncing above it all in what some referred to as the god
realm hereLos Angeles. Sunny days, wealth, oceans of offerings
to yourself. And only yourself. Accumulate, borrow, accumulate
more.
I cried at lunch yesterday as a friend told me about a CEO of a
well-known movie studio and how much he makes a day; how much he
spent to redecorate his office that he doesnt use. How he also
had a quadruple by pass. And my mind flashes abruptly to begging
bowls penetrating the stone fences of Bodhgaya. $10,000 a day to
sit in a soft malleable chair and bark at your employees could
feed the whole of Bodhgaya for half a year! "Its out of whack",
she said. And so do astrologers, psychics, New Age yogis. Yet
theres no visible awareness of samsara and how it all goes
round and round. It isnt just about living a comfortable happy
existence this lifetime, people. Its your own future life at
stake. Call it Catholic sin appreciation time. It works for
them. You reap what you sow. And soand so, if you had a clue
about the fact that your warmongering would take you straight to
the lowest hell in Dantes inferno, and you really knew this -
it wasnt just an antiquated Italian classic - you might really
think or realize you are thinking?
I came back from India with an upper respiratory infection. When
I finally saw my doctor weeks later, she told me I probably had
had walking pneumonia; this was before media people coined SARS.
I had been in the poorest state of India, Bihar, and the air
there is notorious, a disease den. People walk the streets with
surgical face masks. You pick your nose and the goop is dark. TB
floats through the air freely. And people die. Lots of them.
Its not on the news. It happens every year. Its foggy, its
cold, the air is damp and so get the lungs. I laid in my guest
house bed every day wondering if I would get worse or better. I
took my Cipro. I didnt even feel strong enough to go the
doctors. My dharma friends said if I died there in Bodhgaya, it
would be a real blessing. In the midst of high lamas and
especially His Holiness the Dalai Lama. Yes, illness is looked
at differently. Its seen as a purification of past deeds,
negative karma popping off. All stored in the body. And yet, I
come back here and this new mysterious illness is a news
breaker. Some Western people have caught the disease and are
dying. Its news and its plummetting airline ticket sales.
Thats news. But that TB kills thousands a year from all over
Asia. Is that news?
We live in a land of Costcos, of sterilized supermarkets with
pasturized milk, genetically engineered beef, plastic
containers, rubber gloves. The supermarkets here dont smell.
They freeze you. You should probably wear a ski suit to shop at
Ralphs or Vons. We drive Hummers to prevent death. We pull the
skin taught on our faces to avoid looking at the aging process.
We think we can defy death. We think that our minds our so
powerful. But the mind that is contaminated is only as powerful
as its contaminates. It cant see. It can only see through its
own dirty lens.
I watch TV and see talking shriveled up American men in suits. I
think of the invention of the suit and tie. Clothing symbols of
achievement. Wow. We became stiff. A few years back I would take
photos of these talking men and sew them into the crotch of my
warn out underwear. It was part of my art work at the time. They
were down there. They still are. But they feel old and gasping.
I watched Rumsfeld deliver a speech on TV. He could hardly get a
breath. They were short heaves and his chest seemed hard and I
thought, "that man is suffering so much". And has no idea. As a
yoga teacher, I see the physical structural ailments much more
now. The caved in chest, the sagging shoulders, the color of the
skin. Not even a suit or a tummy tuck can hide whats really
going on.
People get so shocked about cancer. Or about this new mysterious
disease. Or that old strain of virus coming back. They race
against time, their own time. My aunt died a week and a half
after I returned back from India. Of pancreatic cancer. Her
husband, my uncle, was hating God and that cancer. "I just dont
get it", he said, "its so unfair." My mother cried, "I was
dreaming about how much we could do together in the future, and
now shes gone. Im all alone. God is bad." It always surprises
me when people get mad at death. According to the Buddhist
scriptures, weve died so many times in so many different types
of births, were bound to this way of existence. Why its so
shocking is because we have forgetten. Were bound to. And we
want to. Its not fun to die. Its the most excruciating
experience and many teachers remark that the very knowledge of
this pain is what makes us want to forget. Your body
disintegrates and your brain starts to fry and you are
hallucinating. The mind is a continuumdoesnt die but every
mental, physical and verbal act is logged in and those past
deeds surge forward. The lord of Death meets you. Whammo.
Theres nothing new or Catholic about what Im writing. Its
just that with Hummers and Costcos weve developed a
battleground we think we can win on. We can drive over death.
Eat him up and liposuction him out of our bodies. We can kill
some people in a foreign land and not feel. Not feel. Thats it.
I put my flag on my Hummer and I feel something else. Pride
invasion.
I apologize to myself for this disturbing piece. I am disturbed
by what I am living in now. But I am also seeing new strains of
protest for peace. For a world without killing and violence.
Because we all know how unpleasant it is. What we fail to see is
how it all works; that if, for example, you kill, you will be
killed at some other time, in some other way. If you get
furious, your fury will vanquish your happiness. Your pain in
the butt boss will keep yelling at you if you keep yelling back.
You first, as the anger congeals in the veins, hardens those
arteries. Then that tension unleashes itself on everyone around.
And so it goes. Thats why there are 10 Commandments or Lifetime
vows, to keep us in check. Not some guilt trip but rather a way
to stay a course that leads to more pleasant circumstances.
Karma is simple. You commit a good deed, you get a pleasant
response. You commit a negative deed, something that is
unpleasant, you get an unpleasant response. There is no judge.
No one upstairs making a decision. Its scientific. So when
Richard Gere was asking the audience to have compassion for the
guys who plunged planes into the World Trade Center (he
proceeded to get booed), it was because their actions would
plunge them into a state more disturbing than what you were
witnessing on TV or in person. Its awful. And cant we feel how
awful it is? Even just one bomb dropped by a pilot on Baghdad is
awful and yes, as we have compassion for innocent civilians at
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for the pilot. His pushing of the button, no matter the
intention will have a result. How long do we want to keep living
with what is awful? How can we just accept what is awful? Oh
well its human nature, I hear.
It is often said that the birth of a human is more rare than a
turtle that swims in the ocean and only surfaces every hundred
years, putting its head through a golden hoop which has been
tossed around on the waves and driven by wind. By contrast, the
Buddha taught that the number of beings in hell equals the
number of atomic particles in the galaxy.
Human birth is precious and rare. You have the capacity to reach
nirvana (liberation from all mental afflictions), or Buddhahood
(total enlightenment for the sake of all beings) from here. In
other words, you have the capacity to transform the awful-ness
in you and around you and reach for something beautiful, pain
free, for the sake of all beings, hell, animal, hungry ghost,
semi-god, god as well as human. But as one of my teachers
lamented in retreat, the Buddha taught the 8 fold path, the way
out, over 4,000 years ago and still people havent learned,
still they are doing the same awful things.
Some say its enough to notice the breath. Accept the breath.
But theres more. Understand how you got to be breathing in the
first place. Understand how we all breath. How interdependent
our breath is. Your SARS breath out is my breath in. It may or
may not kill me. Its not about the SARS breath then, is it?
Think about this. Use it as a koan, traverse the breath and
those streets. See the swaying masses on the streets writhing,
darting. See Bush breathing. And the guy with the quadruple by
pass. The hot-headed Marine. And know as well that your last
breath is your death at this juncture. Your last breath in this
life is the last breath of countless beings, countless times.
And the beginning of another cycle of life and breath. Then, how
the red might be the blood youre swimming in or the thin streak
in the sky of a new beautiful dawn, the white might be the
frozen ice of the coldest hell or the most intense stream of
bliss, and how the blue might be the darkest pool of hot tar or
the lapis lazuli sky of the Pure land.
Hosannah sounds a lot like Osama. Saddam sounds a lot like Bomb.
Bush sounds a lot like Woosh. Whoosh Osama Bomb. Hosannah Saddam
Bush. Oh say can you see? By the dawns early lightwhat so
proudly we hail as the twilights last gleaming?
About the author:
Born and raised in Los Angeles, attended college at UC Berkeley,
Cooper Union (NY) and California Institute of the Arts. Holds
degrees in Music, Visual Arts, French, and Economics. Has
written articles on Buddhism, yoga, meditation, travel.
Currently working on a book about travels in India.