Zen and illness (or going on a bear hunt…)

How many of you know the children’s song ‘Going on a Bear Hunt’?  When I was young, we sung this around Scout campfires and the lyrics began as follows:

We’re goin’ on a bear hunt 
We’re going to catch a big one, 
I’m not scared
What a beautiful day!
 
Uh-uh! 
Grass! 
Long wavy grass. 
We can’t go over it. 
We can’t go under it. 
Oh no! 
We’ve got to go through it! 

After that would be a series of obstacles including a river, mud, a dark forest and a cave.  All are approached with the same refrain:

We can’t go over it. 
We can’t go under it. 
We’ve got to go through it! 

A bear trying its best to look like a metaphor


So, what has this to do with practicing Zen with illness you might ask!  Well, in my experience, when faced with the symptoms of illness, and many other obstacles in life, our first thought is how can we get around this without having to face it.  Can we change it or avoid it in some other way?  While it is true that some situations can be changed, often the answer is the same as for the bear hunters – no, you have to go through it.

Suffering occurs because we wish our experience to be different than it is.  This is the source of craving spoken about in the second noble truth1.  We do not want this job, but that one.  Our currently relationship is not making us happy but a new one would.  This party is boring, I want to be doing something else.  We push away unpleasant experiences and cling to those which delight our sense consciousnesses.  This is familiar to most of us as Buddhism101.

The same understanding is beautifully expressed in the Xin Xin Ming (Verses on Faith Mind) attributed to Jianzhi Seng’can, the third Zen patriarch2:

The Great Way is not difficult
for those who have no preferences.
When love and hate are both absent
everything becomes clear and undisguised.
Make the smallest distinction, however,
and heaven and earth are set infinitely apart.

(translation by Richard B Clarke)


From personal experience, I can confirm that chronic illness is utterly horrible. Often you do not know what you will wake up with in terms of energy and symptoms can come and go in an unpredictable way.  Wanting to be anywhere else other than a body that is sick and in pain is not an unnatural desire to have, but our craving for something different produces suffering as heaven and earth are set apart.

The Buddha teaching his monks a Pali version of ‘Going on a Bear Hunt’. Probably.


There is a reason that the Buddha’s teachings have survived for over two millennia and continue to be relevant, and that is because they work.  Sitting with our experiences of pain, uncertainty and fear (or laying down with it if you cannot sit), we become more intimate with all of it.  This is not always pleasant but rather than having something solid meet something solid, there is instead a softening in the friction between ideas of pain and emotions and the actual experience of them. Heaven and earth start to move back together.  If we are listening with our whole body to what is going on, it is much harder to project our expectations onto them. 

Does that softening always happen?  No, and some days will be easier than others, but it is a practice that gets easier with time as we learn to dance with our illness as two parts of a whole rather than sworn enemies. Some days we might even see glimpses of a deeper wholeness that is dancing with us and within us. The entire universe is along for the bear hunt, through rivers, caves, pain, anger and everything that arises.

As well as straight sitting, sending metta to yourself, the pain, your body and the whole situation can also soften our resistance.  The Tibetan practice of tonglen has also been found to be helpful for many people with long-term illness.  I can often be found doing this when waking with pain sometime in the small hours, breathing in pain and breathing out joy, peace, comfort and ease; all of us connected within a vast web of human experience (admittedly at other times I might tune into the BBC World Service or listen to some relaxing music).


There is a Zen kōan about Master Ma3 as he neared the end of his life (case 36, The Book of Serenity)    

Great Master Ma was unwell.  The temple superintendent asked him, “Teacher, how has your venerable health been in recent days?”
The Great Master said, “Sun Face Buddha, Moon Face Buddha.”

Sun Face Buddha is full of energy and lives for hundreds of years, Moon Face Buddha is shorter-lived and less vibrant. Sun Face Buddha, Moon Face Buddha basically means ‘good days, bad days’.

Regardless of who you are, no one gets to be Sun Face Buddha all of the time, just as no one gets to win the lottery more than once (okay, maybe twice) or never have a bad hair day.

Sun Face Buddha, Moon Face Buddha. This is life, just as it is. Don’t miss it.

1. “And this, monks, is the noble truth of the origination of stress: the craving that makes for further becoming… i.e. craving for sensual pleasure, craving for becoming, craving for non-becoming.”
Dhammacakkappavattana Sutta ‘Setting the Wheel of Dhamma in Motion’ (translation by Thannisaro Bhikkhu from the Access to Insight website)

2. The first six teachers in the Ch’an (Zen) lineage are known as the six patriarchs of Zen beginning with Bodhidharma who is said to have brought Ch’an to China.  Seng’can is the third of these, although some historians doubt whether he existed at all, which is actually pretty Zen.

3. Mazu Daoyi (709–788) was a Ch’an (Zen) abbot who founded a monastery near Nankang (present day Nanchang, capital of Jiangxi Province) and established the influential Hongzhou School.

June 15 – mountain time

“I wanted a good place to settle.
Cold Mountain would be safe.
Light wind in a hidden pine ―
Listen close ― the sound gets better.
Under it a grey-haired man
Mumbles along reading Huang and Lao.
For ten years I haven’t gone back home
I’ve even forgotten the way by which I came.”

— Han Shan (Cold Mountain) tr. Gary Snyder


Just as contemplating the vastness of space can make us realise that we are, in the great scheme of things, insignificant.  So, in a similar way, can thinking about time on a scale of geology rather than of human existence, using the chronology of the formation of mountains and continents which begins far before even the earliest glimmer of primate mammals on this planet.

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May 29 – Birds and Trees Explain Things to Me*

Within the fire and out upon the sea
Crazy man Michael was walking
He met with a raven with eyes black as coals
And pretty soon they were a-talking.

— Fairport Convention, Crazy Man Michael (Liege and Lief, 1969)


The voices of the river valley are the Buddha’s wide and long tongue,
The form of the mountains is nothing other than his pure body.
Through the night, eighty-four thousand verses.
On another day, how can I tell them to others?

— Su Shi


This week I was able to perch on my doorstep and sit Zazen.  Although ostensibly alone, close by are an old oak, some sweet chestnuts, a birch tree and, by the sounds they were making, a whole host of birds of many different species including tits, thrushes and wood pigeons.    

During the current situation, many people have found solace in their permitted daily walk in nature.  And even before coronavirus was a word on anyone’s lips, walking in the woods was a balm to many people in need of a place to let go of their worries for a while, and even find themselves again.  In Japan, the practice of forest bathing (shinrin-yoku) is testimony to this idea.  Trees ask nothing of us, and all the while radiate a sense of stillness and ease born of often hundreds of years being rooted to the same place. Continue reading

May 4 – May life

Leave the door open for the unknown, the door into the dark. That’s where the most important things come from, where you yourself came from, and where you will go.

― Rebecca Solnit, A Field Guide to Getting Lost 


The eagle-eyed among you might have spotted there were no blog posts last week. I was both sick and preparing for helping to run a day long Zen retreat.

So, today’s offering is more of an update on various things than about any one subject, on the basis that we are one third of the way through what is, to all intents and purposes, a pretty unusual year.

1. Zen Retreat

Yesterday, my Zen community hosted an online day of Sesshin (retreat) consisting of Zazen (meditation), Kinhin (walking meditation), Oryoki (ritual eating), Samu (work periods) and ceremony, including ceremony for all those who have lost their lives to SARS CoV-2.  I led practice sessions on Zoom from 7am to 12pm which was lovely although tiring for someone with ME to get up that early.  Since I only fell asleep around 1am and woke just before 5am, my energy reserves were running low.  However, all went well, and the retreat continued after me for the remainder of the day.  I slept for the afternoon and then 8pm to 10am yesterday morning. Continue reading

April 23 – release

If you let go a little, you will have a little peace.
If you let go a lot, you will have a lot of peace.
If you let go completely, you will have complete peace
.”

— Ajahn Chah (1918-1992), Thai Buddhist monk and teacher

Let it go, let it go

— Queen Elsa of Arendelle, fictional monarch and snow witch


This past week or so I have been feeling a lot sicker. The reason for that is my usual chronic illness rather than anything coronavirus related.

My muscles are more painful, weaker and shake more.

Mostly, I get used to my illness but there are times when it can make life thoroughly miserable. This has been one of those times.

So, with the limitless supply of Zen wisdom at my fingertips, how do I cope with those times?

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March 23 – not knowing

Do you have the patience to wait
till your mud settles and the water is clear?
Can you remain unmoving
till the right action arises by itself?

— Tao Te Ching 15 (translation by Stephen Mitchell)


Go, go, go, said the bird: human kind
Cannot bear very much reality.

— T S Eliot, from ‘Burnt Norton’


One of the three marks of existence identified by the Buddha is anicca – impermanence.  Nothing ever stays the same, although it may appear so for a time.

Human beings are mostly quite discomforted by this and generally prefer things to stay pretty much as they are, aside from minor alterations that they are either in control of themselves, or otherwise approve of.

When something like a global pandemic occurs, things are thrown up in the air in such a manner that human discomfortude (real word but don’t check!) is either turned up to 11, or we pretend that somehow everything is normal and everyone else is unnecessarily panicking (as the old rewrite of Kipling goes, “If you can keep your head when all around are losing theirs, you probably haven’t understood the situation”).

You may have felt, and noticed, that people are reacting to the spread of SARS Cov-2 in different ways, but mostly these ways have one thing in common – they are an attempt to regain control of the situation.

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February 4 – gates and other openings

“HO MON MURYO SEI GAN GAKU
Dharma gates are beyond measure, I vow to enter them all

— the third of the Four Bodhisattva vows chanted daily in Zen monasteries


I love the idea of gateways, and openings, small passageways by which we can access new land and horizons.  For me, gateways bring to mind literature such as Alice in Wonderland, The Secret Garden and The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe in which passages to somewhere else are integral parts of the story.

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January 20 – the winds of pain

“At the day’s end I found

Nightfall wrapped about a stone.

I took the stone in my hand,
The shadowy surfaces of life unwound,
And within I found
A bird’s fine bone.

I warmed the relic in my hand
Until a living heart
Beat, and the tides flowed
Above, below, within.

There came a boat riding the storm of blood
And in the boat a child,

In the boat a child
Riding the waves of song,
Riding the waves of pain.”

— Kathleen Raine ‘Three Poems of Incarnation’ I


Today I have a lot of pain. My muscles are weak, especially in my back. Everything feels tight and I will rest most of the day.

Before this illness, I was a relative novice when it came to pain.  Most of what I experienced in early life was the acute pain that comes from a relatively soft body meeting a rather harder object in the form of tables, pavements, tree branches and even the bony parts of other human beings.  The vagaries of chronic pain were certainly an unknown quantity.

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January 14 – triangulation

You get to a point
To make it disappear
And you’re always believing
And believing in fear

Sonic Youth, Marilyn Moore (Evol, 1986)


In Robert Macfarlane’s book Landmarks, each chapter has a glossary of different British words related to the natural environment.  The glossary for coastlands has the interesting Gaelic (Gàidhlig) word combarran:

Combarran   twin markings on land used to give an offshore boat its location

All of us have marking points in life which are our touchstones, anchors to what makes us the people who we are.  These may well change through life as we age and grow, and some will remain constant.  No one has the same touchstones as anyone else, although we may meet individuals whose bearings are similar, and these people often become friends, companions and lovers. 

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January 12 – sewing and growing

Sunday morning brings the dawning
It’s just a restless feeling by my side

— The Velvet Underground and Nico, Sunday Morning (The Velvet Underground and Nico, 1967)


The second Sunday of the year has, for the past decade or so, been the date of the annual Jukai ceremony for Treeleaf Zen sangha (community).  On Friday I talked about the full moon observance of the Buddhist training rules (precepts) and Jukai is the ceremony during which people first commit to following the precepts. 

For the three or four months from the beginning of the autumn practice period (Ango) until now, those people wanting to take Jukai in the following January study each of the precepts and sew a ceremonial garment, known as a rakusu, to wear around their neck after that time, in Buddhist practice and meditation.

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