Continuing the commentary upon Summary of Faith and Practice

TEXT: wishing to practise a religious life in truly simple faith,

Truly Simple Faith

Truly simple faith is a precious jewel that is rarely found. We are talking here abpout a direct trust that has no secondary selfish motive. How unusual this is! Almost always we are caught up in our own desires and ambitions. Yet we can wish for it, we can have a longing for that simplicity that we have somehow lost. Too often Buddhist writings seem to offer some simple way to attain such a state of enlightenment as though once one had grasped this or that idea one would be there, but this is just catering to our spiritual ambition, our spiritual materialism. A person might get involved with a Buddhist sangha because he wants to train to be a Buddhist teacher, rather as one might train to be a school teacher or an architect. Generally such people underestimate the difficulty. However, the real problem is not so much the difficulty of the path or the training, it is that the very ambition to be the one who is going to tell others the truth is it self delusion. It is a desire to be superior when what is really needed is a true humility, a true recognition of one's human state.

Not a Job in the Normal Sense

A true Buddist teacher is not really in the same category as the school teacher, he or she is not a person with a professional job., at least not in the modern usage of these words. There was a time when the term “professional” referred to somebody who professed something and, ideally, professed a simple faith, but in our materialistic age it has come to mean somebody who is paid money for providing a service. Nowadays we have “service industries”. We have not quite got to the stage of having a religious industry, but our modernly educated minds do tend to think in that kind of way. The simple directness that characterises relations of true love only exists, if at all, in the intimacy of the family. Even there, these days, families are all too often really practical arrangements trading services and ruled by thoughts of rights, entitlements and fairness, none of which captures the spirit of love in pure form.

A Non-Buddhist Example

I think of the pedagogue Janusz Korczak who lived in Poland from his birth in 1878 until he died in a Nazi extermination camp is 1942. Korczak worked as a doctor and then as an author and child educator. He started an orphanage for Jewish children in Warsaw that was run on progressive lines, being a kind of mini children's republic. His life achievements were substantial and he was well known for them, but what stands out is the manner of his death. In August 1942 the Germans came and took all the children to be murdered in Treblinka. Korczak was at least twice offered sanctuary but refused to leave the children. The almost 200 children went to their deaths with much less fear and panic as a result of his calm presence among them. The saving of one's own life was not his priority. Although Korczak was not a religious man in the conventional sense, he was a person of simple faith in the sense that matters.

A Simple Bow, A Single Candle

The truly religious life may or might not be one of performing rituals, but it is one of simple faith that values wisdom and compassion above personal selfish ends. In my life I have met many people who know a great deal about religion and religious traditions. Some Buddhists are extremely erudite. I have become quite learned in this sense myself as a result of a passionate interest in the subject coupled with a love of study. Nonetheless, some of the people who have impressed me most have been simple devotees in countries I have visited who probably know very little of the theory, but whose innoicent simplicity is apparent in the way they offer a vase of flowers or make a bow before the altar. Our rituals can sometimes be elaborate and complex and there is something very beautiful about such correography and a group of people harmonising smoothly together. At the same time, the offering of a single candle is enough. Each moment of purity of heart is like a single flame, an instance of the universal light.

Unimpeded Light

To return to the simple heart of the matter can seem impossibly difficult when one is caught up in all the complexities of modern life. People turn to Buddhism for a bit of peace, and with some justification. However, simple faith does not necessarily mean doing little, nor forgetting the past and taking no heed for the morrow. Periods of solitude and retreat can be wonderful, but true faith renetrates and pervades and is not obstructed by circumstance. Even on a Nazi prison train on the way to the gas chamber it is available. This is the nature of what Buddhists call liberation. It is a light that is unimpeded by worldly concerns. We remember the warrior and the prostitute who came to see Honen near to the end of his life. "Are we not heading for hell?" they asked him. He told them that if they had the means to change their way of life, then of course it was good to follow more moral occupations, but even if they could not (and in medieval Japan people had little choice) it was no obstance to reciting the nembutsu with a pure heart and trusting in the grace of the World Transcending One. Simple faith may be rare in one sense, but it is universal in another: nothing can stand in its way.

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Thank you Dharmavydia, a beautiful addition to this unfurling commentary. 

Am grateful to learn about Janusz Korczak, who I'd not heard of. It struck me that his story, offered here as an example of 'simple faith', is one that even my most religion-averse friends might be quite happy with. It seems to speak to the state of being that all our sacred imagery, words, shared practices, serve.

If those sacred images are provisional, makeshift, bombu - for all their subtlety and richness - perhaps that which they speak to - that this man lived through, there as he met the end of his life - isn't  really 'provisional' in the same sense, but something more basic and essential than any formula, or holy name? 

Either way, may we all find the grace to respond to our deep life-challenges, thus. 

Namo Amida bu, Mat 

Thanks, Mat, yes, that is roughly how I see it: different cultures - different terminology, images and associations, but the central thrust seems to be the same all over the planet and corresponds to this kind of "pure" life or pure land where Korczak is forever choosing not to leave the children.

Thank you Dharmavidya.

As Mat, I was also struck by that story about Korczak...really I think that true faith has no content but, as I understand it, it is mainly about openess and surrender. When there is nothing inside to defend , there is nothing to lose...I think that is why these acts of real faith shine with courage...

For a moment I imagined myself in the same situation that this man. I felt something shrinking in my guts...A great fear!!!

Namo Amida Bu

When one is totally committed to something, whether one chose it or not, life becomes a lot simpler. Dying is like that. Giving birth is like that.

Being around others' births, and dying, has been just like that for me, as a witness. Simplifying.

A strange sense of 'sameness' about what one was present to, with both. Not 'the same', I suppose - but maybe that the only thing either one can be compared to is the other.

I suppose this poem puts a rather melancholic slant on this, but the exchange between you both here reminded me of it. Maybe 'poignant' would say it better than 'pitiful', within a Pureland perspective?

The Vastest Things Are Those We May Not Learn, by Mervyn Peake

The vastest things are those we may not learn.
We are not taught to die, nor to be born,
Nor how to burn
With love.
How pitiful is our enforced return
To those small things we are the masters of.

Yes, though "pitiful" in this context means "tiny" which is apt.

The vastest we cannot learn. There are no certificates or qualifications - no ersatz life, no surrogate for faith.

Deep bow,

Namo Amida Bu

Thank you for these exchanges and for that beautiful poem Mat.

Yes, I was thinking that there are certain moments in life which empty us of content like giving birth , dying, ...sometimes a sudden big pain...Then, since life is not hampered by content, it flows.

But the ordinary moments,... those when we tend to sleep cradled by our "contents",...the challenge seems more difficult.

As Dharmavidya says: It is a light that is unimpeded by worldly concerns. Since this modern life is so complex I think we need the remembrance of this Light in every simple moment.

Namo Amida Bu

This piece of work speaks directly to me.

Simply faith, living in the space between. Not afraid to fall, just floating and surrender.

Namo Amida Buh

Nati said:

Thank you for these exchanges and for that beautiful poem Mat.

Yes, I was thinking that there are certain moments in life which empty us of content like giving birth , dying, ...sometimes a sudden big pain...Then, since life is not hampered by content, it flows.

But the ordinary moments,... those when we tend to sleep cradled by our "contents",...the challenge seems more difficult.

As Dharmavidya says: It is a light that is unimpeded by worldly concerns. Since this modern life is so complex I think we need the remembrance of this Light in every simple moment.

Namo Amida Bu



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