Annual Sangha Picnic

Every summer our Sangha gets together for a picnic. We enjoy beautiful weather, delicious food, and good company.

Annual Sangha Picnic

Congratulations Sensei Vielle and Sensei Marr!

Two of our ministers assistants, Sensei Paul Vielle and Sensei Christine Marr, recently took it to the next level, earning their Tokudo ordinations in Japan. The temple congratulates them on all of the hard work and studying it took to earn this honor!

Congratulations Sensei Vielle and Sensei Marr!

A Hatsumairi Presentation at the Yakima Buddhist Temple

The Yakima Buddhist Temple, and parents Gabriella and Jovan, welcome 7 month old Camila to the Sangha. This was her "Hatsu-Mairi" (Infant Presentation Ceremony)

A Hatsumairi Presentation at the Yakima Buddhist Temple

Sangha makes Senbei

Our Sangha has a blast getting together to make senbei crackers for our food bazaars! We spend a Saturday rolling, cutting, and frying dough; coating the crackers with sauce and baking them; and bagging it all up for sale. It's such a great time to chat with and get to know other members of the sangha better, have some free lunch, and at the end of the day you can even munch on the reject sebei.

Sangha makes Senbei

Sangha Movie Nights

Occassionally we host a Sangha Movie Night where we show a Buddhism-related film for the Sangha. Past screenings have included Departures and Spring, Summer, Fall, Winter ... and Spring at The Magic Lantern, and Secondhand Lions at The Shop. Keep an eye on our news page for information about the next Sangha Movie Night!

Sangha Movie Nights

Dharma Talks

Mother's Day Dharma talk for 5/8/2011

Presented by: 
Jefferson Workman

In honor of Mother's Day, a story about a Mother & son...

 

THE ELEPHANT AND HIS OLD BLIND MOTHER

 

 Long ago, in the hills of the Himalayas near a lotus pool, the Buddha was once born as a baby elephant. He was a magnificent elephant, pure white with feet and face the color of coral. His trunk gleamed like a silver rope and his ivory tusks curled up in a long arc.

 

He followed his mother everywhere. She plucked the tenderest leaves and sweetest mangoes from the tall trees and gave them to him. "First you, then me," she said.

 

Then they rested in the soft muck with their trunks curled together.  In the deep shadows of afternoon, the mother elephant rested in the shade of a rose-apple tree and watched her son romp and frolic with the other baby elephants. 

 

The little elephant grew and grew until he was the tallest and strongest young bull in the herd.

 

And while he grew taller and stronger, his mother grew older and older. Her tusks were yellow and broken and in time she became blind. The young elephant plucked the tenderest leaves and sweetest mangoes from the tall trees and gave them to his dear old blind mother. "First you, then me," he said.

 

He bathed her in the cool lotus pool among the fragrant flowers. Drawing the sparkling water up in his trunk, he sprayed her over the top of her head and back until she shone. Then they rested in the soft muck with their trunks curled together. In the deep shadows of afternoon, the young elephant guided his mother to the shade of a rose-apple tree. Then he went roaming with the other elephants.

 

One day a king was hunting and spied the beautiful white elephant. "What a splendid animal! I must have him to ride upon!" So the king captured the elephant and put him in the royal stable. He adorned him with silk and jewels and garlands of lotus flowers. He gave him sweet grass and juicy plums and filled his trough with pure water.

 

But the young elephant would not eat or drink. He wept and wept, growing thinner each day. "Noble elephant," said the king, "I adorn you with silk and jewels. I give you the finest food and the purest water, yet you do not eat or drink. What will please you?" The young elephant said, "Silk and jewels, food and drink do not make me happy. My blind old mother is alone in the forest with no one to care for her. Though I may die, I will take no food or water until I give some to her first."

 

The king said, "Never have I seen such kindness, not even among humans. It is not right to keep this young elephant in chains."

 

Free, the young elephant raced through the hills looking for his mother. He found her by the lotus pool. There she lay in the mud, too weak to move. With tears in his eyes, he filled his trunk with water and sprayed the top of her head and back until she shone. "Is it raining?" she asked. "Or has my son returned to me?" "It is your very own son!" he cried. "The king has set me free!" As he washed her eyes, a miracle happened. Her sight returned. "May the king rejoice today as I rejoice at seeing my son again!" she said.

 

The young elephant then plucked the tenderest leaves and sweetest mangoes from a tree and gave them to her. "First you, then me."

 

"First you, then me"  one line, so powerful in it's simplicity. Speaks to the idea of selfless giving . It is the idea of moving beyond this ego-centerdness and striving to understand our interconnectedness or interdependence  with others and in fact, the entire universe. With this understanding, the act of selfless giving for the welfare of others, giving even more than is required, giving more than of your self, takes root. This selfless service is the very definition of Mother.

 

"First you, then me". This is unconditional love. It is a love that requires a lot of courage and acceptance. It is a love that expects nothing back in return, no reward for services rendered. A love that does not discriminate between foolish and wise. A love that has no boundaries or limitations. It is the Bodhisattva ideal. It is the enlightened being, out of unconditional love and compassion, that forgoes awakening, until all sentient beings have attained the same awakening. It is Dharmakara Bodhisattva's 18th vow. It is a mother Elephant drawing the water up in her trunk and spraying clean her infant. "First you, then me."

 

 So here we are, on Mother's Day, all recipients of this immense unconditional love. How do we ever begin to repay them? Is plucking the tenderest leaves and sweetest mangoes for our mothers enough? I'm sure if you asked them they would say yes. It just doesn't seem to be enough. The Buddha taught in the sutras that it is not easy to repay your mother for your "precious human birth." In fact, he specifies that even if you carried them on your shoulders for a century, taking good care of them, and allowing them to relieve themselves on you, you would still have a debt to them. That goes way beyond the rather vague Judeo-Christian commandment to honor your parents. It seems like a scenario where Peter Graves has set us up with a "Mission Impossible". I don't have the answer. All I can do is call my Mom every week, listen to her talk about the latest project from her quilting classes, crack wise and make her laugh, prepare dinner for her when she visits, send flowers on her birthday, and tell her with deep sincerity and gratitude that I love her. Oh, and when there is a door, open it for her and say "First you, then me."

 

 

Please join me in Gassho,

 

You know you’re young to your Mother when

she wants to hold your hand to cross the road.

You know your Mother is old to you when

you want to hold her hand to cross the road.

You know it’s not too late when

you can still cross hand in hand.

Is it not time to guide each other

to cross the sea of Samsara together?

 

Namo Amida Butsu.

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Rude Awakening

Presented by: 
Karen Vielle

The title of my dharma talk this morning is Rude Awakening and it’s about chickens.  Some of you know that Paul and I have officially become urban farmers.  Earlier this spring we brought home 3 one-day old baby chicks from the feed store, to raise as egg laying hens.  It was still very cold in early March and so we were told that we could keep them in a protected, heated area of the house for up to 6 weeks before moving them outside.  That gave us plenty of time to build a coop and fenced yard, or so we thought. 

We had a couple of family emergencies come up that unexpectedly took up a lot of the time we were planning to spend on the coop and fence.  First my parents, who are in their 80’s, where both badly injured in a car accident and have needed a lot of assistance with their recoveries.  Then our old dog, Duffy, had to have an emergency eye surgery that required a couple weeks of care-giving while he was healing.

What I’m trying to say is, it’s been 2 months now and we have 3 nearly full grown chickens still living in an enclosure in our basement.  They are in for a rude awakening when it comes time to move outside.  This artificial, cozy, protected space is all they have ever known.  But it’s not where chickens are meant to live.  The reality is that chickens are meant to live outside.

I can’t help wondering, is this in any way similar to what the Buddha’s awakening was like? Realizing that reality wasn’t what he thought it was.   Maybe becoming enlightened is a bit of a rude awakening.  After all, he was only human, like us, and he lost literally everything that he knew to be true.  Can we even imagine what that would be like?

We all experience rude awakenings when we discover we are not our thoughts, or our actions, or our relationships, or our careers.  The recent retiree, the recent divorcee, one who has lost a loved one, one who has been active and is now disabled, Duffy possibly loosing his eye sight, my parents facing loosing their independence.  In a small way, they are all becoming a little bit enlightened when they wake up to reality as it is, not as they thought it was. 

There is a story by the ancient Greek philosopher Plato called the Allegory of the Cave.  In it he describes a group of people who have lived chained in a cave all of their lives, facing a blank wall. These people watch shadows projected on the wall by things passing in front of a fire behind them, the shadows are as close as the prisoners get to viewing reality.  He then talks about what it is like for a prisoner who is freed from the cave and comes to understand that the shadows on the wall do not make up reality at all. What a rude awakening to go from seeing only shadows to seeing the full display of reality.  But then, after that initial shock has passed, then how wonderful, how indescribably wonderful to really see.

If we are not who we think we are, then who are we?  Last week Rev. Dennis Fujimoto from the Idaho-Oregon Buddhist Temple was here to give a lecture and dharma talk as part of Japan week and our Hanamatsuri service.  He gave an excellent explanation of the difference between the Buddha, the man who has this awakening, and Amida, the image represented on the altar.  He said that when the historical man we call the Buddha became enlightened he woke up to the true nature of reality as it is.  Amida is the name that we have come to give this “reality as it is”.  All things are part of this reality.  When the Buddha woke up to reality as it is, he experienced being part of Amida.  So who are we?  In reality, we are part of Amida.

That is true for all of us.  The problem is we’re still living in a dark cave watching shadows go by and mistaking them for reality.  We have lost track of who we are and make up a definition that seems to make sense. It is as if we were a light bulb that has forgotten about electricity and believes that it is light.  That is what it’s like when we do not recognize the reality of Amida in our lives.  We may require a rude awakening, being shaken to our core, to see who we really are, and what we are, and where we are. 

Paul has been working very hard to build a safe, wonderful backyard set-up for the girls.  Once they get used to being outside with lots of space and fresh air and their nesting boxes, I’m sure that they won’t miss their little in-door enclosure at all. Just as chickens need to be outside to grow and thrive because it is where they belong, we need to be in the presence of reality that is Amida.  It may feel like a rude awakening at first, to let go of our comfortable thoughts about who we are, but that’s exactly what we need to do in order to grow and thrive.  Because it is where we belong.  Namo Amida Butsu.

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The Dharma of Dylan

Presented by: 
Karen Vielle

Good morning. Some of you know that I’m a big Bob Dylan fan. I can listen to the same songs over and over and have a line or phrase pop out to me in a new way every time. I’ll find myself thinking, “That’s a really Buddhist statement”. In fact I have a scrap of paper and a pencil in my car, which is where I usually listen to music. When these random lines stand out to me as representing a Buddhist thought on any given day, I jot them down. I’ve always wanted to write a dharma talk based on these quotes and call it, “The Dharma of Dylan”. The trouble with that idea is that only people who also recognized the song lines would get it. So, here is a much simpler attempt to incorporate one phrase into a dharma talk. The Dharma of Dylan.


Here I sit so patiently, waiting to find out what price,

You have to pay to get out of going through all these things twice.

 

There are 2 parts to this verse from “Stuck Inside of Mobile with the Memphis Blues Again”. One relates to the price “waiting to find out what price”, and the second refers to “getting out of going through all these things twice”. I’m going to start by looking at each aspect separately.

 

Last month a group of us were in Tacoma for the annual Northwest Buddhist convention. Paul and I went to one of the workshops where Rev. Gregory Gibbs from Portland was speaking on the idea of how do we get to and from the Pure Land. Who pays for the ticket? Rev. Gibbs said that, “The Buddha pays for the ticket. Our own worthiness is irrelevant. Our own efforts and abilities are irrelevant.”

 

What does he mean by the Buddha pays for the ticket? By the Buddha I think in one sense Rev. Gibbs means Shakyamuni Buddha who became enlightened and pasted his teachings on to us. One part of the content of his enlightenment was the idea that there is immeasurable wisdom and compassion in the world. In Jodo Shinshu, we recognize this immeasurable wisdom and compassion in the representation of Amida Buddha. So, in another sense I think he means Amida Buddha pays for the ticket. In other words, because there is immeasurable wisdom and compassion acting in the world, I already have access to the Pure Land. I don’t have to Do anything to earn it. So this is not the same as the Christian notion that Jesus has paid the price for our sins. It’s more like realizing that there is no price to pay in the first place because the Pure Land is already here.

 

Rev. Gibbs also said, “In the Jodo Shinshu view, the ticket is completely paid for before we even consider making the journey…If we improve the character of our moral living it is in gratitude for the liberation flowing into our lives and out of genuine concern about how our actions will affect others.”

 

“Here I sit so patiently, waiting to find out what price”. So, now we know that the price doesn’t matter. The Buddha sat so patiently. The Buddha paid the price by recognizing that immeasurable wisdom and compassion exist in this world.

 

Here I sit so patiently, waiting to find out what price,

You have to pay to get out of going through all these things twice.

From a Buddhist point of view, the second part of this verse could refer to transmigration or re-birth. What exactly does that mean?

 

Once the price is paid to go to and from the Pure Land, then what does it mean to go to and from the Pure Land? In Rev. Gibbs’ talk, he discussed three different interpretations of what going and coming from the Pure Land might mean from a Jodo Shinshu perspective. One way of thinking is I literally die and am born again with a new life, in a new body, on this Earth, to benefit others. Another interpretation accepts that I might not literally be reborn in a new body, but that in some capacity, some aspect of myself, or my energy returns to help others. The final way of thinking is that I don’t come back in any real sense. That whatever benefit my actions have on the world, they are the actions that I have performed in this life only, and the results of those actions may carry on for years to come.

 

My yoga teacher David Garrigues recently addressed this last idea of transmigration occurring not from one lifetime to the next but from one moment to the next. He said, “I believe this does not necessarily refer to reincarnation. It refers to here, now, to repeating the same thing over habitually in dullness, by rote, without seeing the wonder, the splendor of what IS now.  Going around and around in samsara is a mental round that must be seen for what it is NOW- not in the future. The wretched headless repetition is happening now, never mind the future, or future lives.  Each of us can stop spinning the wheel now.” 

 

Here I sit so patiently, waiting to find out what price,

You have to pay to get out of going through all these things twice.

 

So, no matter what your personal beliefs on rebirth or birth in the Pure Land, know that you’re in good company in Jodo Shinshu Buddhism. Infinite wisdom and compassion exist in this world and this life. The bottom line is that we can’t really know what happens at the end of this life. The teachings use metaphors to attempt to give a glimpse of what might happen. Some say it’s like lighting one candle with the flame of another. Some say it’s like one drop coming in and out of being in the ocean of life, or in the constantly moving river of life. Hum. If this life is just a drop in the constantly moving river of life, then “I’ll just sit down on this bank of sand and watch the river flow”.

 

Thank you, Namo Amida Butsu.

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New Year’s Resolutions

Presented by: 
Karen Vielle

It’s the end of January.  Some of you may have made New Year’s Resolutions at the beginning of the month and are finding your resolve starting to fade.  I’ve never been a big fan of New Year’s resolutions and I think it has something to do with the word “resolution”.  In my dharma talk this morning, I’m going to talk about the difference between a resolution, which seems very Western and ego centered to me, and an intention, which I believe represents a much more Buddhist approach.

When I resolve to do something, I am saying that I will do it.  I am doing it under my willpower.  If I perceive that I’m successful, it boosts my ego, and encourages more judgment of self and others.  If I perceive that I’m unsuccessful, I may feel guilt, blame others, or become defensive.

It’s one thing to make a resolution to get more exercise and eat more vegetables in the coming year. I hope you all do get more exercise and eat more vegetables, but let’s pick a really worthy Buddhist resolution.  From the Golden Chain, which we just read to the children, “I will be kind and gentle to every living thing”.  If I make that into a resolution, it’s because I think it’s worthy.  Then it becomes important to me to see myself as successful.  I resolve to be kind and gentle to every living thing, becomes “I am kind and gentle, what a good person I am”.  That’s a delusion.  The reality is that it’s not possible to be kind and gentle to every living thing, perfectly, all the time.  If I am resolved to do this, then it leaves no room for me to see when I’m not doing it.  Flowers are living things.  If we are honest, to cut these flowers was not being kind and gentle to every living thing.

The Buddhist way is completely different.  As a Buddhist, I set an intention to be mindful of being kind and gentle.  It acknowledges that I know I won’t be perfect.  In fact to really make this intention Buddhist it would be to say, I will be mindful of when I’m not being kind and gentle.  This is mindfulness of reality as it is, not as I want it to be.  And the result is gratitude not guilt or blame.  When I’m mindful that I am not being kind and gentle to every living thing and I cut flowers, I am grateful for them.  I enjoy their impermanent beauty that much more.

Buddhism isn’t about behaving perfectly.  It’s about being aware of reality.  If I am only noticing and being mindful of the times when I am kind and gentle, I can delude myself into thinking that I’m kind and gentle all the time.  That’s not reality.  But if I make it my intention to be mindful of the times when I am not kind and gentle, then I open myself up to the wisdom of reality.   I am also opening myself up to compassion.  Compassion toward myself in acknowledging that it’s okay to not be perfect, and compassion toward others to accept their imperfections as well.  How can I not be grateful for the wisdom and compassion that come to me when I practice being aware of my own delusions in this way?

When I become aware that I am not thinking pure and beautiful thoughts about that difficult person at work.  Then I can be grateful for the mindfulness.  Because, it is only in those instances of awareness that I can find the pure land, that I am in the realm of true wisdom and compassion.  So, do get more exercise and eat your vegetables, but also make room for mindful intentions.  It’s at the heart of Buddhism.  This is what leads to an understanding of what Shinran meant by the deluded self, the impermanent self.  This is an example of wisdom and compassion acting in our lives.  Please join me in gassho:  Saying Namo Amidabutsu is being grateful for wisdom and compassion.  Namo Amidabutsu.

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Thubten Chodron Dharma Talk - 11-21-2010

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11-22-2009 Adult Dharma Talk

Only the Adult Dharma Talk portion of the 11-22-2009 service

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How to Erase Permanent Marker

Presented by: 
Karen Vielle

Good Morning. I’m calling this dharma talk, “How to get permanent marker off of a white board”. Now, those of you who attended Rev. Harada’s Saturday afternoon workshop last month know exactly what I’m talking about. During the first segment of the workshop he was writing on a white board. When he went to erase the board to prepare for the second part of his talk, it became apparent that the marker he had been using was a permanent marker and not a dry erase marker. Nothing happened when he rubbed the erasure on it. During the break that followed many ideas were tossed around. People said, “This has happened before, now what did we do?” and “Let’s try this, let’s try that”. When the solution was finally recalled, it was so simple and elegant that my thought was, “Wow, I’m going to have to remember that, that could come in handy some time.”

If you were there, and if you use white boards in your life, you probably made a note to remember that trick too. If you remember nothing else about the workshop, you’ll always know how to get permanent marker off of a white board. My most distinct memory from that workshop is of Talia Marr cleaning the board. Even as I made a mental note to remember this, it struck me as ironic that here we are listening to a great teacher instruct us on what Buddhism has to say about life’s greatest challenge, the fear of death, and what I’ll remember most is how to erase permanent marker.

That is exactly how we live our lives. We are so stuck in this world of samsara that even when we are presented with the life changing teachings of the Buddha, we relate to and remember something mundane and practical. That’s just the way we are. So in an attempt to remember what was taught in the workshop, I’ve tied what Rev. Harada taught together with the trick for getting the marker off the whiteboard. If you weren’t there and have been waiting to hear the trick, here it is. You write over the permanent marker on the board with a dry erase marker. The permanent marks are absorbed into the dry erase marks and then they both wipe off just fine with the regular erasure. No special chemicals or scrubbing or anything needed. Just write over it and erase like normal. A very simple solution to what at first seems like a potentially permanent problem.

That is also what Rev. Harada provided to address the fear of death; a simple solution to what seems like a permanent problem. We fear death not only because it represents change and the unknown, but because it seems like a potentially permanent change. Whether we know it or not, all fears come from the fear of death. In my yoga training, there is a term in Sanskrit, abhinivesa, that means, the fear of death, and it is considered the root of all fears. It’s easy to see how a fear of heights, or snakes, is directly related to a fear of dying. What about a fear of public speaking, of not wanting to be embarrassed or make a mistake? There have been times in our evolution when it was potentially life threatening to make a mistake. Maybe you would have been banished from the tribe and would be unable to survive on your own. Even though that is no longer the likely result of making a simple public mistake, the unconscious fear of death can still be attached to it.

So in Sanskrit this term for the fear of death is ultimately the fear behind all fear. It’s also related to the concept of attachment or clinging. The fear of death is really the same thing as clinging to life. Rev. Harada described this life as being like a wave on the ocean. Each wave exists as a separate entity for a short period before crashing into the shore and becoming part of the larger ocean again. (And yes, he drew a permanent picture of waves across the white board.)

Our lives are just like those waves. All life comes from and is a part of the same source, just as all waves are part of the same ocean. When we limit how we see ourselves to the wave of this life, then we think we are separate, unique and individual. We become attached to the attributes of this one wave and compare them to other waves. We do not sense the ocean of oneness that connects all life. All the individual waves are interconnected and interdependent, not separate. When we do not see this, we fear the destruction of our wave at the end of its life. Yet death is nothing more than returning to the oneness of the ocean.

That was the essence of the Buddha’s awakening. We can end fear and suffering in this life by realizing that we are not separate, that we are already part of the oneness of the vast ocean. This was the teaching that Rev. Harada shared to deal with life’s greatest fear, the fear of the end of this life.

So what does that have to do with getting permanent marker off of a white board? We are like the permanent marker. We think we are stuck the way we are and the only way to get off the board is to destroy it. However, if we are fortunate, we come into contact in this life with the teachings of the Buddha; teachings of non-attachment and oneness. As we are exposed to the teachings they are like the dry erase marker writing over the parts of us that we thought were permanent. Our small vision of ourselves is disrupted and we arrive at a greater sense of oneness and connection, just like the permanent marker being absorbed by the dry erase marker. Then, when the time comes, the board can easily be wiped clean. Nothing is lost or destroyed because it was never really separate or permanent to begin with.

Please join me in gassho. “Hard it is to be born into human life and difficult it is to hear the teachings of the Buddha.” In this time of thanksgiving, we can be grateful that we have been given both a human life and an opportunity to hear the teachings. We can also be grateful that our condition here is not permanent, with right understanding, we too can be absorbed, wiped clean, and re-connected with the underlying Oneness of life.

Namuamidabutsu…

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11-01-2009 Sangha Service

Recording of the Sangha service from 11-01-2009

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11-01-2009 Adult Dharma Talk

Only the Adult Dharma Talk portion of the 11-01-2009 service

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11-01-2009 Children's Dharma Talk

Only the Children's Dharma Talk portion of the 11-01-2009 service

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