seventh world of chan buddhism - Zen Buddhist Order of Hsu Yun
seventh world of chan buddhism - Zen Buddhist Order of Hsu Yun
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The rules which govern eating defy description. There is, for example, a mandatory<br />
gesture - the raising and lowering <strong>of</strong> the left hand, palm upturned - that a recipient <strong>of</strong> food or<br />
drink must make to signal sufficiency to the serving monk. Marie Byles reports that she once<br />
witnessed a new trainee, who did not know this gesture, have her tea cup filled to<br />
overflowing. The serving monk just kept on pouring.<br />
I made the identical gaff. During the first meal <strong>of</strong> my first sesshin (several straight<br />
days <strong>of</strong> l6 hours a day meditation designed to inflict maximum stress), I was seated second in<br />
line. Between every two monks a small tray which held a honey pot and dipper was placed<br />
for use on the initial meal, a thick, hot breakfast cereal.<br />
I hadn't noticed the first monk use this palm-up gesture <strong>of</strong> sufficiency as the serving<br />
monk ladled the cereal into his bowl. But as the serving monk began to serve me, he<br />
accidentally knocked over the honey pot, flipping the dipper out onto the corner <strong>of</strong> my robe<br />
and the rug. The first monk and I immediately tried to clean up the mess. The serving monk<br />
saw what had happened and that my attention was diverted, but he nevertheless continued to<br />
slap huge spoonfuls <strong>of</strong> cereal into my bowl. I whispered `Thank you, That's enough.' But that<br />
was not the correct way to indicate sufficiency and so the gruel kept coming. By the time the<br />
first monk realized what was happening and reached across me to take my left hand and<br />
pump it up and down, palm up, there was a mountain <strong>of</strong> glop in my bowl you could have<br />
measured with an altimeter. Since meditation cannot resume until everyone has eaten and<br />
since it is mandatory that everything in one's bowl be consumed, I sat there digging away at<br />
this Everest <strong>of</strong> Grits for nearly half an hour into the time for the next meditation session.<br />
Forty pairs <strong>of</strong> eyes furtively watched me eat the stuff... without benefit <strong>of</strong> honey since the<br />
messy pot had been removed.<br />
Even the act <strong>of</strong> brushing one's teeth has a body <strong>of</strong> rules and regulations governing it,<br />
as does the manner in which one carries a towel when going to bathe.<br />
To add to the misery, senior monks frequently behave like drill sergeants and junior<br />
monks, to curry favor, inform on each other. Junior monks are routinely pushed around and<br />
insulted and made to work during nearly every minute that they are not in the meditation hall.<br />
Sleep is a luxury and nutrition does not seem to be a consideration <strong>of</strong> menu-planning. In<br />
response to the attacks <strong>of</strong> poor diet, exhaustion, lack <strong>of</strong> sleep and unrelenting criticism, the<br />
ego will very likely send up a white flag. And we will then arrive at the same place, the<br />
`kitchen refuge,' in which Doe Ming found himself after his koan bashing.<br />
Although American <strong>Zen</strong> monasteries tend to be more relaxed, their routines are still<br />
calculated to be stressful. There is no point in being otherwise. (Need it be said that it is<br />
absolutely essential that the people who formulate the stress are themselves enlightened?)<br />
Somewhere there must be a formula: a month in a <strong>Zen</strong> monastery is equal to a year<br />
on a chain-gang or six months in hell. Monks who survive five years <strong>of</strong> this treatment are on<br />
CHAPTER 18 SATORI, THE KOAN, AND MONASTIC POLISHING<br />
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