The deliberately shocking line above is a “koan,”one of many coined by Chinese Zen master Linji Yixuan, progenitor of the Rinzai sect of Zen Buddhism.
A “koan” is a non sequitur, a seemingly paradoxical statement or question that cannot be grasped by the logical mind. For example, “What is the sound of one hand clapping?” Its purpose is to subvert the causal nature of consensual reality, thereby inducing a sudden, intuitive insight or revelation into the underpinnings of consciousness itself. The Japanese referred to this moment of ecstatic truth as satori.
Zen master Dogen said that in order to perceive reality we must “drop mind and body.” In other words, it is essential to drop all habits of thought and preconceptions, in order to understand the truth. The koan forces the student to face this type of thinking. Therefore, ‘killing the Buddha’ symbolizes the annihilation of all mental constructs comprised of name and form (Sanskrit: Namarupa), including the Buddha, in order to grasp the true nature of reality.
Rinzai, established in 12th century Japan, along with Soto and Obaku, is one of the three schools of Zen in Japanese Buddhism. South Indian Brahmin monk Bodhidharma, who lived during the fifth century CE, is traditionally credited for the transmission of Ch’an (Sanskrit transaltion: Dhyana, Japanese translation: Zen) to China, from where it migrated to Japan.
Bodhidharma, the first Zen Patriarch, is also regarded as the founder of Shaolin Kung Fu, said to be based on Hatha Yoga movements. It was originally designed to train monks to defend the monastery from invaders, as well as providing a physical regimen to complement the practice of intensive sitting meditation or Zazen.
The word Zen is derived from the Chinese word Ch’an, which in turn is a cognate of the Sanskrit term Dhyana (Jhana in Pali). According to the Yoga Sutras, Dhyana, along with Dharana and Samadhi, comprise Samyama, a term that summarizes the comprehensive psychological understanding of absorption in the object of meditation.
Samyama is defined in the Yoga Sutras of Patanjali as follo
1. Deśabandhaścittasya dhāraṇā
Fixing the consciousness on one point or region is concentration (Dhāraṇā)
2. Tatra pratyayaikatānatā dhyānam
A steady, continuous flow of attention directed towards the same point or region is meditation (Dhyāna).
3. Tad evārthamātranirbhāsaṃ svarūpaśūnyam iva samādhiḥ
When the object of meditation engulfs the meditator, appearing as the subject, self-awareness is lost. This is samādhi.
4. Trayam ekatra saṃyamaḥ
These three together [dhāraṇā, dhyāna and samādhi] constitute integration or Samyama.
5. Tajjayāt prajñālokaḥ
From mastery of Samyama comes the light of awareness and insight ie Prajna.
Shakyamuni Siddhartha Gautama, the Buddha, was essentially a catalyst for the global dissemination of the Vedantic concept of non-duality, or the ‘oneness of opposites,” which predated him by at least three thousand years. The Vedanta is the final distillation of the ‘revealed wisdom’ or Shruti contained in the Vedas and Upanishads, ancient Indian books of supreme knowledge acquired by deathless Rishis ensconced in the womb of the Himalyas.
After years of studying the scriptures, on a personal level I felt that the purity of Samyama and the Vedanta had been clouded by intellectual sophistry and embellishment over the millennia, and perhaps a departure from Hindu convention would be necessary to taste the essence of the teachings.
The simplicity and spontaneity of the Zen tradition seemed to be an attractive antidote to the voluminous tomes of ‘eastern’ philosophy, which fascinating as they were, could only take one so far and no further.
After making some enquiries, I soon found myself knocking at the gates of Yokoji Zen Mountain Center in the San Jacinto mountains.
Yokoji was situated about halfway between Los Angeles county and Palm Springs and was built at an altitude of 6000 ft. It sat on a 160 acre plot and boasted of gorgeous views, stunning sunsets, crisp, cool climate and a rich vegetation hosting a wide variety of plant communities: Sierra mixed conifer riparian forest, oak woodlands, montane chaparral, alder-willow-cedar riparian forest and dry meadows. In addition, the U.S Forest Service reported 18 species of reptiles, over a hundred species of birds and 35 mammal species.
The daily routine at Yokoji consisted of hour-long morning, noon and evening sitting meditation (Zazen) sessions, interspersed with four to six hours of hard physical labor on the premises. The work component was an integral part of the Zen system and could include anything from chopping wood to mopping floors, kitchen detail, cleaning toilets, hauling cement, building a woodshed, laying a water pipe etc.
The work assignments were executed by motley crews of three to five people led by their respective supervisors. Placed above the supervisors were ‘senior students,’ long term residents, who led ceremonial functions in the Zendo or meditation hall and a few notches above them were Enforcers and finally the ‘Roshi’ or head of the monastic order, and his ‘Jisha’ or assistant. The hierarchy was rigid and atavistic, presumably harking back to its medieval origins in Shogun-era Japan.
The supervisors and enforcers, jokingly called ‘dharma police’ by residents, were given Japanese names like Yugen, Jokkai, Hakujo and did not hesitate to admonish inmates who stepped out of line. The constantly chafing micro-management was supposedly beneficial for ‘training the mind’. David, the Eno, seemed to take his role a tad too seriously and had dispensed with social graces entirely. He, like many others entrusted with authority within the confines of a closed spiritual community, was overcompensating with zealous fervor. Everyone had to be dressed in traditional black robes, adding to the surreal vibe of the place. The set-up was strangely reminiscent of the film One Flew Over The Cuckoo’s Nest.
I encountered a colorful cross-section of spiritual aspirants, with widely divergent backgrounds. Among them was a recovering alcoholic, a medical cannabis cultivator, a retired rock ’n’ roller, a heart surgeon, an out of work screenwriter, a Mexican au pair, and an Argentinian wine maker.
I wasn’t quite sure whether to be amused or feel compassion for these hapless souls, who like myself, had come here seeking answers to the eternal quandary of human existence. We were urged to ‘watch the reactions within’ to mental obstacles or manifestations of the ego that might arise under pressure, and to ‘use the resistance’ as a tool to break through delusion and conditioning. It was a twist on the age-old dilemma of how to deal with authoritarianism in personal and political life.
The Dalai Lama often urged his fellow Tibetans to deal with Chinese aggression and cultural imperialism by viewing one’s personal demons and tormentors in a compassionate light, as a device to strengthen the practice in the face of insurmountable odds.
To transcend the duality of pain and pleasure, one had to grasp the inherent emptiness of both by observing the constant rising and falling of the five skandhas or aggregates: rupa or form (matter), vedana or sensation (feeling), samjna or perception (conception), samskara or mental formations (impulses) and vijnana or consciousness (discernment).
Buddhist soteriology, derived from the much older Sanatana Dharma of India, posits the five skandhas as functions or attributes that give rise to the false notion of “self’.” The Buddha taught that nothing among them was really ‘I’ or ‘mine’ and that ultimate liberation, moksha or nirvana could only be realized by penetrating the nature of the aggregates as intrinsically empty of independent existence. The deceptively simple koan, “Who drags this corpse around?” touches upon the essence of false identification with the “self,” with sense objects and their ripple effect across the psychophysical hierarchy enumerated in Samkhya philosophy of the Hindus.
The Buddha explains the emptiness of the aggregates by using the analogy of a chariot (identical to Lord Krishna’s instruction to Arjuna in the Bhagavad Gita): the identity of a ‘chariot’ is predicated on the aggregation of its individual parts, therefore it comes into “being”only when the five aggregates are available.
The constituents of “being” too are unsubstantial in that they can only function in relation to each other, for example, their very existence is interdependent, like the chariot as a whole.
Rather than an ontological thought experiment, the chariot metaphor is a caution against conceptual literalism. Siddhartha Gautama was known to undermine the misleading character of nouns as solidified concepts possessing substance.
Yokoji had been established in 1981 under the auspices of the White Plum Asanga, created by the late Hakuyu Taizan Maezumi. Charles Tenshin Fletcher, an Englishman, who received Dharma transmission from Maezumi Roshi, is the current abbott in residence. His two primary assistants, David aka Jokkai and Jim aka Yugen, both British, were residing in the U.S on a “religious visa,” and over the years had successfully navigated the immigration system to stay in the country.
Maezumi Roshi, the erstwhile founder of Yokoji, had a colorful past. In addition to being a declared alcoholic who had undergone treatment at the Betty Ford clinic, he was also a serial womanizer who had conducted sexual affairs with a number of female disciples, including some who had received Dharma transmission from him, compelling his wife, children and several monks to leave the Sangha. He passed away ignominiously, drowning in a hot tub in Japan, where he had been drinking himself to oblivion all week.
In spite of his flaws and peccadillos, Maezumi Roshi was renowned for his “awakened Buddha nature.”
According to authors Steven Heine and Dale S. Wright, in their book Zen Masters, “Maezumi was by all accounts an impressive Zen master—someone who it was impossible not to love and respect—but with weaknesses and vulnerabilities that derived from the simple fact that he was also finite and human. While living a truly profound and visionary Zen life, Maezumi Roshi was at the same time mortal and vulnerable to the tragedies of life.”
Indeed, the human condition was a pervasive and all encompassing aspect of Zen practice. Maybe that is what made it so potent and transformative; the fact that there was no escape from overwhelming emotional states or human weaknesses while engaged in Zazen. That daily life, work and interactions were not separate and distinct from the practice itself. That every demon and ugly carcass from the past could arise at any given moment and the warrior had no choice but to face them, like the Buddha faced his Mara. The mind was a receptacle for the sublime, the mundane and the ungodly—treating them all with equal diffidence, and then slaying them with the sword of insight, was the true revolution, the only jihad.
Jim Morrison’s famous line, “Kiss the snake on the tongue,” came to mind more than once.
At the end of the early morning or late evening sessions, we were invited to Dokkusan or private consultation with Roshi Tenshin. He was strikingly down to earth and projected an innate simplicity and compassion. He said that thoughts were no more than “secretions of the mind” and one must never try to suppress them, only strive to cultivate a space between them and the reactions they produced, eventually causing delusions to fall away. Shikantaza or “just sitting” was the only way to achieve this.
On hearing about my irritation with the authoritarianism and anachronistic Shogun-era martial sensibility that pervaded the center, the Roshi responded by describing how strong emotions like anger could be used as tools and the key was not to succumb but to transform the powerful energy they contained. He did, however, agree with the need to simplify the practice and make it more relevant to contemporary times.
We also discussed the need to incorporate the intellectual aspects and pillars of traditional Buddhism into the practice as most people weren’t ready to plunge headlong into the immediacy of pure Zen, without first establishing an epistemological foundation and context.
Kiss the Snake on the Tongue
In the days and weeks of intense meditation that followed, repressed memories, sensations and a billion random thoughts rained down on me like multicolored confetti at a victory parade. It took a huge effort to merely keep sitting on the mat and not storm off into the wilderness and shout at the hills. I could feel toxic residues seeping from the subconscious to the surface and was constantly in the churn of a great battle, entirely within my own head. All accumulated theories and constructs fell away in the heat of war, till only the witness remained, teetering precariously at the edge of a swirling vortex.
At the end of one such harrowing session, I opened my eyes to the statue of Tibetan Buddhist deity Manjusri, seated on a roaring lion in the center of the Zendo. The image of Manjusri taming a powerful beast captured the essence of Zazen; that the practice could contain the most fearsome states of mind and “just sitting” was the greatest battle that a true warrior could undertake.
In Mahāyāna Buddhism, life on earth is comparable to people dwelling in a house that is being razed to the ground by a blazing fire. Deluded beings perceive this world as the only reality, obsessing over transient and meaningless pleasures without realizing that the house is on fire and will soon burn down—a metaphor for the inevitability of death.
A Bodhisattva is one whose ultimate goal is to free all sentient beings from Samsara and its cycle of death, rebirth and suffering.
After the retreat, upon returning to life in the city, the most relevant and lingering impression I took away was that of the Bodhisattva—”the heroic one,” an enlightened being who motivated by great compassion, relinquishes final liberation to work towards the Buddhahood of all sentient beings. He can be found at work in the most challenging of environments, such as brothels, war zones and leper colonies.
In all humility, I don’t think I’m up to the challenge, as of yet. There lies a long road ahead before I arrive at that exalted state. But there is no escaping the truth of the human condition—with all its blood, guts and glory. Clearly, salvation cannot be found by retreating from the meat-hook realities of mundane existence.
Kissing the snake on the tongue was clearly the only option left.
Vikram Zutshi is a documentary filmmaker, writer, photojournalist, scuba diver and yogi based out of Los Angeles. When he’s not submerged underwater circling a sunken galleon or at twenty thousand feet above sea level filming the Himalayan snow leopard, he can be found contemplating the infinite while unsuccessfully trying to unwrap himself from the perfect Garbhapindasana. He can be reached at [email protected].
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