Wish fulfilling Jewel fresh ocean breezes... ...from a silence that rings like golden crystal bells, while beneath it the creek sweetly flows, and within it, the far sound of crashing surf booms from the womb of the ocean, mother of life. This is the Awakening Forest. In the changes of the patterns of light, day and night, as the moon glows in brightness by the night, soon to fade, the seeming timelessness of these ancient patterns and rhythms of our world, of our earthly bodily physical lives, emerge once again into the forefront and dominance of consciousness. Why is it that when we see the magnitude of nature, we feel so small, and so awestruck by the magnificence of it's greatness? Why is it that it is such a relief to be with what is not fabricated by human hands or human thoughts, but to just feel our part amidst all things as we breathe in and breathe out?... It is a joy to turn and know, ever more deeply, the unfabricated. It is blissful when ego becomes less, or even disappears, leaving nothing but joy in its wake. And it is a joy to be here with like-minded and like-hearted women, Dhamma sisters and Dhamma mothers, kin in Dhamma. It is a joy to see the clear brightness in the eyes of my companions, to feel the freshness of the land pervading bodies and minds, and to see the work of the Path well-engaged. It is a happy gathering. A happy work. Happy hearts looking into suffering, it's causes, it's end. Tomorrow it begins -- our three months of retreat here on this land together with one another. I am aware that it is our third year to so gather, and that it is still, for at least this year, the only place where Theravada Bhikkhunis may gather as a Sangha to practice fully our Vinaya training together on this vast continent. For now, this is still a very rare and precious thing. I feel deep gratitude for all who have contributed to this being so, mind spanning so many hearts and faces of friends over these past eight vassas with Dhammadharini. In two more years, we might be able to mark our first decade together. Perhaps we will open a new monastery to bless our tenth vassa together? This is an amazing thing, to think of it. I remember beginning our first vassa at Dhammadharini Vihara -- the little rented low-income condo next to the railroad tracks, the rhythm of our days and nights then marked by rumbling of the trains, together with the in and out breaths of the San Francisco Bay. (We thought it would be a miracle if there were enough support for us to survive even the first three months.) And our first vassa at the Bodhi House, when this forest hermitage seemed like a fantastic and perhaps impossible dream. And we were sheltered, clothed and fed by you, dear friends. A time of peaceful abiding. And then our first vassa here. The coldest August on record, no heat but hot water bottles, then tents flooded by unexpected early rains, bodies seeking for somewhere to get warm and dry, some shelter. Fortunately, largely all in a spirit of goodwill, in a spirit of mutual love and compassion, in a spirit of pioneering and groundbreaking. In a joyful spirit of renunciation, and of loving to bless living with what is given. Of loving the lightness of living with just a little, but the great blessed bounty of the gifts of the forest - as our home, our abiding, and place of practice. Our place of letting it all fall away, shedding the burdens of our minds and hearts, of awareness growing bright and strong, of awakening. Mind, body, feelings, elements and aggregates, sense bases, Dhamma. Now, to have a monastery, an address of our own for our community, seems like the fantastic dream, far away. On the cusp. On the horizon. I know that the rains will come soon enough (the past two years they came early), and then these steep mountain slopes will all turn into waterfalls. Like the squirrels and the bees, although it is summer, for a moment, I think ahead to the winter storms. What will be? But for now, the call to presence with the forest, as it is right now, the joyful hearts of my gathered sisters, ready to begin this retreat time together, to do the work of our lives -- this is here, this is now. And this is joyful, peaceful, alive. The great rehabilitation calls. The great stepping out of all the fabrications of ourselves, and into just the true, the real, the pure and the natural. The gold in us calls for the smelting, the burning away of the dross. Becoming the Jewel. Buddhanubuddham - awakening after the Awakened One Dhammanudhammapatipatiya, Dhammapatthanatadadharidhari - practicing the Dhamma in accordance with natural truths, the Dhamma holds whoholds it Sanghampujemi - this is my veneration of the Sangha The Path of Sangha. The Gift. The Treasure. I used to daily chant: Coming upon the wish-fulfilling jewel, I vow to realize the incomparable. Coming upon this jewel, may we all come to fully know its treasure, it's full value, and it's benefit. May our practice be a refuge and a blessing for all forms of life. To the Buddha's way, we dedicate these bodies and lives, and devotion we will walk this way of awakening. Ayya Tathaaloka Theri thoughts upon sun setting and great golden full moon's rising over the Aranya very near to entering vassa ~ 2012 |