I
love Buddha statues. Wherever I live they tend to proliferate, gracing my home
and garden.
I
have been asked, “Why do you have those idols?” in a not especially friendly
tone of voice.
But
this is a misunderstanding.
The
Buddha is not a god, and statues of the Buddha are not idols.
Idols
are Hindu. In a Hindu mandir can be seen shrines to the differing aspects of
the divine – Ganesh, Hanuman, and so on. The colourful statues in the shrines
only become idols when they have been consecrated, at which point they are
regarded as becoming holy, a concentration of the divine in the earthly realm.
This is similar to holy water or the Eucharistic host in the Catholic Church;
it is imbued with the holy upon consecration. Same idea.
But
a Buddha is an awakened self. When Siddhartha Gautama, the founder of Buddhism
and also called the Buddha, was alive, people came to him mystified and
intrigued because he was so special. They asked him, what are you? Are you a
king? Are you a god? And he said to them: I am awake.
So
the idea of a Buddha is similar to the concept of Christ-consciousness. It is
an enlightened being. As St Irenaeus put it, “The glory of God is a human being
fully alive”. That’s a good description of a Buddha.
Thich
Nhat Hanh, the beautiful Zen teacher in France, not long ago wrote a very
helpful article explaining that though people, as is perhaps only human, do
often externalize and pray to the Buddha, in fact the Buddha is not a god but
what he calls a ‘root teacher’. That would be like the still small voice Elijah
experienced, or the spark of the divine George Fox spoke of, or the Spirit
welling up to eternal life like a fountain at the core of one’s being, that
Jesus described.
The statues of Buddha – at least, this is my understanding – are not there to
worship. They are not the representation of a divine entity to which I might
bow down.
The
statues of Buddha around my house and garden say to me ~ Remember who you are …
You are called to be holy … your being is fulfilled in peace … stay focused …
wake up … keep watch … pray without ceasing … be what you profess to believe …
That’s
what they’re there for ~ my ‘note to self’.
I
have three quite large buddhas ~ one in the front garden, where we grow ferns
and moss and a greengage tree; one in the downstairs passage through the house,
one in the corresponding corridor upstairs (between the doors of my room and
Fiona’s).
A
very famous teaching of the Buddha was what is known as the Metta Sutta (the
Buddha’s words on loving-kindness). From it comes the traditional Buddhist
affirmation (or blessing, or prayer): “May all beings be at ease”
This
is often developed into a longer, sometimes responsorial blessing ~ May all
beings be peaceful; may all beings be happy; may all beings be well; may all beings
be free … etc..
So
it greatly pleases me, and seems entirely right and natural, that our house
buddhas have developed an unexpected ministry, without having to do anything, just
by being there (which is very Zen of itself; and quite Taoist withal). They
provide shelter for frightened mice pursued by cats.
Our
cats often bring in mice alive, and let them go indoors to play with ~ the
outcome being terror and eventual death for the mouse unless we come upon the
scene and intervene.
But
sitting as the Buddhas do, between two door frames and in front of the skirting boards,
the mice are able to take refuge with the Buddha, and there they are safe. The
result of this is that from time to time we come upon one of our cats
possessing himself in patience, sitting in solemn meditation before the Buddha.
A
while ago, it had been my intention to part with one of the large Buddhas, just
because problems arise where things accumulate, recollection of the divine is
an interior thing, not exterior, and I try to keep to a discipline of
simplicity not acquisition. But the day I had begun to put forth the intention
of parting with the statue, our Alice told me of a little grey mouse that only
the night before had saved its life by taking refuge with the Buddha ~ she had
rescued it and carried it away to safe release (may all beings be happy … may
all beings be at ease … may all beings be free …)
So
it would seem that though they are not idols, only reminders of peacefulness and
prayer, even so they are manifesting the kindness of holy hospitality, just by
sitting there. Reminders of root teaching. In their stillness and silence the peace of
refuge is made real.
And
may it be so with me.
8 comments:
This is a fantastic illustration of misconceptions and the personal nature of the spirit. I enjoy the connections you've made here between different faiths, the tie-ins and correlations. As always, much for thought for me.
And my cat does that, too. But there are no Buddhas to offer shelter at our place. So far the pairs of shoes by the door have served that purpose.
Aha - yes - and gumboots make an excellent refuge for a little mouse.
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beautiful refuge
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love the idea of the buddha as a 'note to self'. i also have a small statue of st. francis who does the same thing. they are excellent root teachers in living a life of voluntary simplicity.
Yes - one day I would like to have a statue of St Francis, but so far I've never come across one I really, really like, even to have a picture of it.
A beautiful blog post Pen. Thanks.
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