A Zen Priest Ordination / Una Ordenación como Sacerdote Zen

If you heard some celestial celebrations on November 19, 2017, it was likely the Bodhisattvas of the cosmos rejoicing at the leaving home priest ordination of Sanriki Juan Felipe Jaramillo  at Hakuan Zendo, Montaña de Silencio, in Medellín, Colombia.

Si escuchó celebraciones celestiales el 19 de noviembre, 2017, seguro que fueron los Bodhisattvas de los cosmos regocijandose al ver dejar el hogar, el shukke tokudo, ordenación como sacerdote Zen, de Sanriki Juan Felipe Jaramillo en el Zendo Hakuan, Montaña de Silencio, en Medellín, Colombia.

I performed the ordination with the support of Central Abbess Eijun Cutts and others at the San Francisco Zen Center, following Sanriki’s completion of a practice period at Tassajara and his thirty-plus years of Zen practice prior.  The Reverend Densho Quintero, Dharma heir of Shohaku Okumura and head teacher of the Comunidad Soto Zen de Colombia assisted in the ceremony, and much of the Montaña de Silencio Sangha was in attendance.

Celebré la ceremonia con el apoyo de la abadesa Eijun Cutts, con quién Sanriki cumplió un periodo de práctica en Tassajara, y otros maestros del San Francisco Zen Center, todos conscientes de que Sanriki lleva más que trienta años practicando la Vía del Zen.  El Venerable Densho Quintero, heredero en el Dharma de Shohaku Okumura y maestro de la Comunidad Soto Zen de Colombia ayudó con la ceremonia, y estaban presentes muchos de los practicantes de la Sangha Montaña de Silencio.

I am overjoyed to be able to share this news with you, and to make this public announcement of Sanriki’s priest ordination in the lineage of Shunryu Suzuki Roshi.  May his practice continue to bring benefit to living beings, and may all beings continue to support and sustain him in his sincere practice.

Me da mucha alegría poder compartir esta noticia con ustedes, y anunciar públicamente la ordenación de Sanriki como sacerdote en el linaje de Shunryu Suzuki Roshi.  Que su práctica siga beneficiando a los demás, y que todos los seres sigan apoyándole y sosteniéndole en su sincera práctica.


Kosan, Sanriki, Jiryu, Densho

Este último cabello se llama shura…

Sanriki recibiendo el linaje



Announcing Online Course: Encountering the Teachings

We don’t use No Zen in the West much to plug events, but as our email subscriptions have grown I realize that there are many of you who aren’t in my other circles of contact.

So if you haven’t already, please consider if this online course I’m offering would be a good fit for you.  I’ve had a good time preparing it, and I’m looking forward to its launch next week!

The class is called “Encountering the Teachings,” and it is a romp through the major doctrinal streams of Buddhist doctrine, as classified by early Chinese Buddhists – karma, no self/abhidharma, emptiness/madhyamaka, mind-only/yogacara, and Buddha nature/tathagatagarbha.  My intention has been to include enough reflection and perspective to give some grist for experienced students “re-encountering” the teachings, but not to be so technical that newer folks will be lost.   Especially alive for me as I prepare the course has been the “contemplations” videos, which I put together on each of the five areas of teaching that we are covering.  I hope that these contemplations can help us really feel and appreciate and enter the worldview of each teaching.

As I’ve appreciated before when offering these programs, the online platform is 100% flexible, and people can participate or not participate to whatever extent they’d like and with whatever pieces they are most interested in.

Anyway, check it out if you are interested!


Homage to Grandma Dakini, Grandpa Dharma Protector

If in the last few years you have invited me to teach a class or give a Dharma Talk, or asked me in one of my capacities to attend an administrative meeting to do my little part helping one of our temples or affiliates to stay afloat and thriving, chances are I’ve said I can only do it on a Monday or Wednesday.  If it’s not something I can do late at night over email, chances are it’s on a Monday or a Wednesday.

These are not holy days.  The remaining five days of the week are not some sort of Zen Sabbath.  (Although how awesome would that be!  Soto Zen Buddhist Association, can you get to work on declaring that?)

It’s that Mondays and Wednesday are when my kids grandparents come over.  Whether or not you appreciate what I do (and somehow this blog has seemed bring along as many who don’t as who do), it is all accomplished in complete dependence on the grandparents.

Grandparents don’t only keep the whole capitalist machine running.  In my case, they also keep the Dharma Wheel turning, lurk behind whatever tiny ways I myself help to turn it.  They are the much-loved but unpaid and under-acknowledged domestic workers who enable incalculable swaths of the economy, religious workers included.  Not to mention they raise and care for millions of children whose parents are incarcerated, deceased, or out of the picture for a thousand reasons.

But apparently, according to the State Department guidelines on the Supreme Court travel ban decision, they are not legitimately “close family”.  Trump, Tillerson, and our friends at the State Department are asserting that a child’s relationship to their grandparents is not a bona fide connection.

Of all of the profoundly dehumanizing, cruel, and heartless things the anti-immigrant and “tough on crime” Trump administration has said and done, this one is getting profoundly under my skin.

Of course there are many American families with grandparents out of the picture for whatever reason.  Economy, geography, mortality, alienation.  Having grandparents present in a family is a privilege in this culture and economy.  I respect that, and respect the pain in the all-too common separation of grandkids and grandparents.  This is a separation no amount of Skype can overcome, and for some it’s easier to take than for others, but either way it’s a pervasive and unfortunate feature of our society.

But be that as it may, there is no excuse to then cut grandparents out of the category “close family”.  Maybe a grandparent-free family is how Trump or Tillerson has it, a billionaire’s version of real family.  But it’s not my reality, and it’s not my version of family.

So how about your local Zen priest?  Where are his or her kids while they’re doing the clergy work that the Right feels is so vital in providing services to society?  In the case of yours truly, if he’s actually attending something, which is to say if it’s Monday or Wednesday, then his kids are with their grandparents.  So if you appreciate what I do, don’t thank me, thank my parents and parents-in-law.  They are behind it.  It is on their backs.

Many people in the last year have shared George Lakoff’s work on understanding the success of the American Right in terms of notions of family.  From Bush to Trump, the hodge-podge of values associated with the Right is made coherent by a common reference to a tough and demanding patriarch.  “Father knows best.”  If you think spanking is important, chances are you voted for W and 45.

It seems this same reductive, backwards view of family is where these people are coming from when they so blithely write grandpa and grandma out of “close family”.  This latest disparagement of the grandparents (not to mention the egregious and ongoing anti-LGBT rhetoric and policies), is more of the same tired celebration of the the middle-class, white 1950s nuclear family that made America Great last time.  Mom at home with the kids, and Dad at the steel mill or busy at work excluding African-American renters.   Mom (girl), Dad (boy), kids (cis-, straight) – that’s close family.  Those are the only bona fide family relations.  The rest is just extra.

Maybe this is a fundamentalist Christian idea.  Maybe it’s part of the White Supremacist package.  It’s reeks a bit of both, but I don’t know for sure.

What I do know is that it’s heartless garbage.  It totally misses the reality of my family life, for one, not to mention the lives of many other families in which grandparents serve an even more vital function than they do in mine.  And tragically, with respect to the travel ban, it just further works against the success of immigrant families in this country.  The story we hear everyday is that if they’re here, they need to contribute!  And contribute they do.  But how can we ask that and in the same breath disallow them the social structures and social support that enables those contributions?

My kids grandparents are the great unacknowledged Dharma Protectors of the temples I serve.  Fierce Dakini Grandmas and fierce Dharma Protecting Grandpas, I bow to you with palms together, in deep gratitude.

Donald Trump and his cronies do not define my bona fide family, and never will.  And I am furious that they continue to try.  May we join the Wrathful Grandparents across the world and rise up against them.  Fierce compassion to meet heartless injustice!


The Least I Can Do

I’ve been finding myself lately remembering and sharing a story.  It’s the story of a couple of exchanges I had with the head cook at Green Gulch Farm shortly after 9/11.

The head cook at the time was a lovely and compassionate priest a decade or so my senior.  This kind, sensitive priest was really moved by 9/11, felt in it a clear call to step up and step out, to build bridges however he could and do his part to heal the world.  So on his free time – which for a tenzo isn’t much – he threw himself into a non-profit project geared, as I recall it, towards inter-religious unity and understanding.

For my part, I was a young and dutifully uptight Zen student and soon to be ordained priest, assigned to work under him for a while in the temple kitchen.  I was sincerely concerned with and devoted to the temple rituals and forms, and, especially given the sanctified role of kitchen work in the Zen tradition, I took my duties very seriously.

One of our agreements in the kitchen was that all of the staff were to wear a head covering, a bandana serving the function of a hair net you would expect food professionals to wear.  The dispositional differences between the tenzo and I had already been clear well before 9/11, and I think our positions on the head covering would suffice to express it.  In short, I felt pretty strongly about such minutia of our procedure, and the tenzo felt considerably less so, had a wider, softer view of things.

So against this backdrop, sometime in that first week after 9/11 I confronted the head cook incensed that other kitchen workers weren’t wearing their head covers.

“This is our practice!  Why aren’t you enforcing it?!”

A heated conversation ensued in which he tried to point out that I was narrow-minded and uptight and judgmental, and in which I tried to point out that he was abdicating his duties as tenzo and priest.  I forget who won.

In any case, as such things go in community, a day or two later we apologized to each other.  In doing so, the tenzo summarized our positions nicely, and reflected them against the deep anxiety and despair and confusion we were both feeling about world events.

He said something to the effect of, “My feeling was that with the world in this state, how can you be worried about head covers?!”

I really appreciate that.  Especially now, as those of you who have been following No Zen know well, I too feel that call to turn fully to the world.  Why – especially now – should we worry about what foot we walk into the zendo with?  About where our thumbs should be when we put our palms together in gassho?  If we’re supposedly such selfless Bodhisattvas, why not turn our minds and hearts to the actual challenges of our shared human family, to the deep hatred and violence and suffering and pain in our society and communities?

But then the tenzo summarized what he felt I’d been saying like this:

“So my feeling was that with the world in this state, how can be worried about head covers?!  But I think what you were feeling was that given the state of the world, isn’t covering our heads the very least we can do?!”

I really appreciated, and still appreciate, that reflection.

Isn’t taking care of this little detail right in front of me the least I can do for the suffering world?  And the deeper, the louder I hear the worlds’ suffering, doesn’t that raise the stakes for this engagement in detail, for this taking care of at least the little thing right before me?  This is menmitsu.

I don’t know about head coverings; it’s not my thing right now, I don’t work much in the kitchen.  And for most people most of the time temple forms and procedures are anyway beside the point.

I also don’t know about non-profits.  There are some good ones, for sure, and I’m not sure quite how else we think the world will change.  And we do need it to change.  Or, for those awakened readers beyond “need,” consider at least that, important or not, it’s well worth giving this little life or two to help it to change.

So what will we do?

I know that I do have something to take care of right now.  Sometimes that something is global, and sometimes it’s minute, just right here at my feet.  Sometimes it’s a non-profit like the tenzo’s.  And sometimes it’s a child, or a dish, or, yes, even a bow.

The vital point for me today is that whatever it is, can I live it as my response to the suffering of the world?  However small, however huge – can I hold what I am doing and how I am doing it as the least I can do for this suffering world?

When I don’t open to the suffering of the world, it’s because I fear the overwhelm that lives right there.  The helplessness, pain, despair.  And who wants that?  So, like many of us, I push away the immensity of the pain – my own and others’ – and return to work hard at my spiritual or not-so-spiritual bypasses.  “What pain?”

But what about, instead, the least I can do?  What about opening to the full range and scale of human suffering, of the suffering even of all beings, and then engaging the energy of that suffering, the energy of our longing for it to cease, into our practice, into our activity?

Open to the suffering of the world – this world – the least I can do is to cut this carrot nicely, carefully.  The least I can do is found a non-profit.  The least I can do is appreciate my life in this one breath.  The least I can do is disable this bulldozer, sabotage this pipeline, lock to this gate.  The least I can do is spell check a blog post.  The least I can do is put my forehead to floor.

Not avoiding the global, but not missing the minute, may I live my life entirely as a reply to the suffering of beings.

That is living with intention, and that is dedication of merit.  And that, as I understand it, is the Bodhisattva Path.

Private Religion, Private Engagement; Communal Religion, Communal Engagement

I am coming to appreciate that to take a stand is to cast a shadow.

As I muddle around here and elsewhere searching for a way to express a Bodhisattva life in this actual suffering world, resisting the temptation of that Great Spiritual Bypass that would wall off the Bodhisattva from caring about the state of the world, the shadow is clear.  As I have noticed, and many have reminded me, I seem to be excluding those who disagree.

I’ve reflected here before on the puzzle of inclusion – the old paradox of intolerance for intolerance, the call to actively include the excluded, even at the exclusion of those who would prefer their continued exclusion.  That remains important to me – the simplistic criticism that “saying something will exclude people” continues to strike me as deeply blindered, really missing the fact and humanity of the already-excluded who our silence further alienates.

But it is no doubt true that if we elaborate beyond platitudes on our vow to, say, “enact our interdependence with the great earth and all beings,” we risk excluding people who see it otherwise.  Which is why we tend to stay in platitudes.  (Which is why as you may have seen the Southern Baptists this week could barely get it together to “elaborate” sufficiently to denounce white nationalism.)

Elaborating our vows a bit, daring to stand for something in this time of so many somethings worth standing for, does have a shadow of exclusion.  But it’s not about exclusion.  Exclusion is not the point.  Exclusion is the shadow, or maybe the price (like the price the Southern Baptists may have just paid in lost congregants).  The exclusion, if that’s even the right word for it, is not at all haphazard or reckless.  It is the cost for some gain.

So what is the gain of the standing up together as Buddhists?  Why would I suggest that we do so even if it might offend or exclude someone from our communities?

It’s so that we can stand for something together, and not just as individuals.  It’s not enough that most Southern Baptists already may have personally denounced white nationalism – expressing it communally, as a shared cause and conviction, magnifies it immeasurably.

I think a good frame for this is “private” versus “communal” religion.  Some of those who don’t think we should take a stand as American Buddhists in 2017 feel this way because they disagree with the stands that would likely be taken.  And some because they resist the mud of the whole Bodhisattva thing, and want the Buddhadharma to stay out of worldly affairs.

But along with that well-worn ground, it seems the “no-stand is the best stand” folks also tend to come from a deep-seated sense that it just needs to be up to individuals – we can’t and shouldn’t try to speak or act as a whole.  We each need to find our own perspectives and modes of social engagement, chart on our own the implications of our vows, and then proceed to act on our own.  In this view, stand-taking is fine, but it’s personal, private.  Just like our practice is personal, is private.  It’s between me and my cushion, me and the Buddha.

To the extent that our practice is personal and our religion is private, these people are right.  In that frame it makes sense that our engagement – the actualization of those religious vows – would also be personal, private.  We are each merely consumers, after all, in this vast mall of spiritual wares and social activities, and we each mix-and-match on our own credit.  This is part of the undeniable “privatization of religion,” much discussed as a feature of modern and post-modern life.

But what about the other model – Buddhist religion as communal, Buddhist meditation as communal, and Buddhist social engagament as communal?  What about Sangha?

As Bodhisattvas striving for liberation and for the thriving, safety, and wellbeing of all living beings, why would we turn away from the opportunity to act on these things collectively?

We can work towards a moral consensus in our Buddhist communities with respect to at least some of the actual issues of our place and time.  (And please note that “moral consensus” need not imply groupthink.)  It is risky, but worth doing.  As we do so we create the opportunity to participate and even lead as religious communities in this moment of social upset and change, just as the churches led in, say, the civil rights movement and the abolitionist movement.

Do we wish the Quakers hadn’t so recklessly excluded the slaveholders from their congregations by standing up together against slavery?  Do we wish the black churches of the Jim Crow era hadn’t muddied their pure faith with that noisy civil rights business?

Are we proud of the German or Latin American churches who got it right by just sticking to their “God business” when the times turned dark?

Of course collective action, collective religion is dangerous.  Of course there are times it has gone badly, established a “moral consensus” that we (from our own shared but unstated “moral consensus”) abhor.  The Zen at War saga is a good example.  But why would that mean we give up altogether on communal religion, communal engagement?  Why would that mean we stop trying to find and express a moral consensus with respect to the pressing issues of our day?

How about we take inspiration in the positive examples, caution in the negative examples, and work even harder to find a true moral consensus in our Buddhist communities?  And then from there collectively express our practice and intention and engagement?

It’s risky, and problematic, and everything else.  But otherwise we just each stand alone, retreat to individual practice, personal liberation, and private religion.

Who Are REAL Buddhists and How Can You Say What They SHOULD Do?!

In my last blog post I said, essentially, that I know what REAL Buddhist are and moreover I’m here to tell you what Real Buddhists SHOULD Do.  Some people got mad about that, and for good reason.  Who is this jerk claiming to pronounce “real” and “unreal” Buddhists, and who is he to tell either variety what they “should” do?

You could call it “normative” to be fancy, or “pant-pissing” to be crude, or “preachy” or “rigid” or “hurtful” or “colonialist” or any other fine number of things.  And I find all of that entirely fair.  So then why would I raise this “real” “should” nonsense in the first place?

I’d really like to explain, because I feel some real urgency about all of this, but first I need to back up and give a quick history of my thinking on this blog.

A while back (hmm… was it around early November?), I made clear my feelings about Trump – if I recall, “racist, ecocidal homophobe” was the phrase that most excited and enraged the readers.  I felt (and feel) that he represents pretty much the antithesis of the Buddhist worldview and the Buddhist way of life.  Feeling this way, I also argued that my temple, San Francisco Zen Center, should publicly ackowledge as much.  (It was not lost on me that the power of my conviction on this point was not unrelated to my safety in the knowledge that I was in no position to actually be responsible for any such statement.)  I argued that by speaking out against Trump and the “White Wave” that brought him to power, SFZC would go beyond the fog of “let’s all get along” spirituality and shine as an actual and active ally to those Trump was (and is) explicitly scapegoating.

There followed then something of a shitstorm, in which I learned that there are many people who agree but also many who disagree.  Some felt that there was no problem at all supporting Trump and being a Buddhist – nothing in Buddhism implies anything counter to what Trump was expressing.  And all of these people, plus another set of avowedly “apolitical” types, insisted that Buddhism should have nothing to do any politics –  left or right.  In other words, that whole Bodhisattva thing is just about spirituality, not the mess of the world, and my anti-Trump Buddhism is just a mistaking of secular lefty California culture for the actual transcendant Dharma.

Then there was a lot of shouting, in which I noticed that saying explicitly “Buddhism demands resisting Trump” may not be such a useful statement.  It is too susceptible to this critique that it simply conflates Buddhism with lefty politics or the Democratic Party.  And it furthermore had this ring of “REAL BUDDHISTS SHOULD” which is, well, see above: “normative,” “pant-pissy,” “preachy,” etc.

I tried to appreciate and hear the call in that.  So ok – what exactly are the ethical demands of Buddhism?  I have written about this before – in Zen at least the ethical precepts are so flexible and broad that they in some sense fail us – they don’t give the ethics any particular teeth, and they lend themselves overly to subjectivity.  So aside from these Bodhisattva generalities of “do good appropriate to the situation,” what does Buddhism demand?  Do Buddhist ethics really demand we resist Trump?  Why didn’t the Buddha say so?  (Buddha is omniscient after all, he could have seen Trump coming and given us some guidelines.)

So if I were to leave Trump out of it, leave “left” and “right” out of it, what do I think the Mahayana asks of us?  What do Buddhist ethics mean in this place and time, in the world we have now?

Here I turned naturally to this idea of interdependence.  It feels endlessly rich and rewarding to turn over.  For one, it points to deep freedom in its aspect as emptiness (i.e. the things that are interdependent are thereby empty of independence, and thus cannot be captured conceptually).  For another, especially when joined with the Zen insistence on enactment, it becomes the call of a way of life – a way based in the freedom of emptiness and devoted to enacting, making real, our complete dependence on each other and all things.  (The idea that “interdependence” is inauthentic, Buddhist Modernism, “apocrypha” – unattested in the earlier tradition, is a really interesting one which James Ford discusses in a recent post defending interdependence and perennialism.)

This slogan “enact interdependence” has been hugely resonant for me, and I thought I would propose it as an alternative to “Resist Trump.”  My feeling was this:  if some Trump fan really believes that increased coal mining or a big, beautiful wall poses no conflict with Buddhism, how will we talk about this?  What Buddhism will be the ground of our discussion?  If we’re just throwing around our political talking points, we’re not getting any closer to the question of how Buddhism informs us.  Instead of arguing the proposition on its face, I can just ask them to account for how this position “enacts interdependence”.

For example: “It’s ok to be a Buddhist and want to keep out the refugees.”  Ok, maybe so.  I can’t say Buddha loved refugees because I don’t know if he did; I don’t recall an official scriptural position on this.  But please let me know how you see that as enacting interdependence?  Because the way I see it, big beautiful walls in general are about enforcing the delusion of independence, rather than enacting interdependence.

If we are Buddhists we have at least this common ground, right, that we would at least need to debate in terms like “interdependence”?

To attempt to introduce this line of reflection, I wrote a blog post.  I called that post, “What Real Buddhists Should Do,” which brings us back to the present issue of how Jiryu is a preachy/pants-pissing/rigid/normative jerk who knows what Real Buddhists are and what they Should do.

“Real” and “Should” are in some sense an attempt at asserting this common ground, along the lines of the above.  Isn’t there something we Buddhists all agree on?

And also, as I hope is clear in light of the above, “real” and “should” are also pokes at the whole line of criticism I’ve been so acutely feeling – a poke at the criticism that my “Buddhism demands resisting Trump” line was guilty of a big-time “Should.”  Ok, you’re right, I’ve saying what’s “real” and what you “should.”  Got me.

So this time I wanted to own it, flamboyantly, indefensibly own it, because now I’m not talking about lefty or righty anymore, I’m not talking about politics anymore – I’m talking about what Buddhism is explicitly about, and I’m inviting us all (as “Buddhists”) to be accountable to that.

I’m saying, you’re right, it’s maybe a little much to say:  “Real” Buddhists “Should” resist Trump.  It’s a little normative/pants-pissy, etc.

And I know that “normative” is the ouchiest of academic insults, the gravest of intellectual crimes, for good reason.  Who is setting the norm, from what power and what privilege, and who is excluded in that?

If we say that “Real” Buddhists “Should” meditate, for example, then what of the myriad Buddhist forms, ancient and modern, that have had little or nothing to do with meditation?  This is precisely the story of the White American Buddhist demeaning and erasure of the practices and views of Asian and Asian American Buddhist communities who have been (and too often still are) seen as failing to uphold this Buddhist “norm” of meditation.  (I’ve talked about this here, and a more useful perspective is here.)

To say “Real Buddhism is this but not that” is a big problem.  These norms are always a problem – whether we’re using them to leave out Trump supporters, or Song Dynasty Chinese syncretisms, or Soka Gakkai, or even McMindfulnessers

But then where will we draw the line?  And if there’s no line, then what is Buddhism at all – what is it actually offering?

Can we say at least that “Real” Buddhists “Should” honor the Buddha?  Take refuge in the Triple Treasure?

“Should” “Real” Buddhists practice loving-kindness, honesty, and non-greed?

Here my vocations diverge – as a student of Buddhism and Buddhist history, I see that there is truly nowhere to draw the line.  (Jonathan Z. Smith’s comments on the taxonomy of religion have struck me deeply – there is truly no single element that can be held as a definitive norm, even if there is a common pool of characteristics.)  There is no “Real Buddhism”; there are only “Buddhisms”.

But my primary vocation is as priest and lineage holder in the Soto Zen line through Dogen, Keizan, and Shunryu Suzuki.  As such, I take very seriously my explicit responsibility to assert a Dharma teaching, turn the Dharma wheel, and maintain the tradition of our school.

To do this entails making a claim about – yes – what “Real” Buddhists are and what we “Should” do.  It is to make a exclusive claim – this is the True Way, and that is a False Way.  Hondo has written beautifully on this – how can we in good conscience, wary of norms, make such a claim, fulfill such a responsibility?  The Buddha did so, Dogen did so, the many lesser ancestors have done so and, I, perhaps regrettably, also must do so.

If I don’t say, “here’s what Buddhism is,” and “here’s what it’s not,” I’m abdicating my responsibility to the lineage.  And of course, as soon as a say, “here’s what Buddhism is,” and “here’s what it’s not,” I’m also abdicating my responsibility to the lineage.

Therefore, I say “here’s what Buddhism is.”  And these days the words for that are this:  “enact interdependence.”  Please don’t be fooled by other ways.

What Real Buddhists Should Do

I’ve been appreciated and reviled of late for insisting on what Buddhists should think and do about… umm… current events.  And I get that it’s always thorny on the road of “what real Buddhists (or Christians, or whatever else) should do,” and especially when that should is tied to some specific political aim or outcome.  That’s gone well sometimes (say, civil rights), and not so well sometimes (say… um… current events).

So, with a special shout-out to the haters, here’s a slightly more nuanced rendition, a few months out from the body-blow and just a few sad hours from the Paris withdrawl.  You might think of it as my version of the second travel ban.  Let’s call it the beta version of what I think real Buddhists need to do and believe, one that gives a little more breathing room for those out there who still want to defend or bypass… umm… current events.

Let’s try it like this:  I don’t care what your politics are.  But if you don’t get interdependence, and if you don’t hear the call to enact, live out, and DO interdependence in some real way in your actual life and your actual world, then you’re not practicing Buddhism.

Enact interdependence – that’s what a Buddhist does.  That’s Buddhist practice, Buddhist life.  We can “know” interdependence (more or less, depending on… you know… the conditions upon which the knowing depends).  We maybe even “see” interdependence, or in some direct ways appreciate it.  Or even penetrate it or master it or whatnot.  But beyond that Buddhism calls us to the practice, not just to the seeing of interdependence but to the living of interdependence.  To bring it, enact it, embody it, perform it, make it real.

This framework isn’t about telling someone what to do or think.  It’s demanding from each of us some reflection through the lens of this practice and in this most basic term of the practice – interdependence.  This interdependence is emptiness and compassion both, it’s total freedom and total engagement both (and more on that later if it’s not clear – the freedom of emptiness is exactly the call to connection).  Furthermore, as practice, it’s not a static or “merely true” interdependence but a lived, enacted, “made true” interdependence.

So if you want to go to rallies and scream and shout or sit or whatever as a Buddhist, fine – show us how that’s an attempt to live out, express, and make real the truth of interdependence.

If you’re big into beautiful walls keeping Them out and want to be a Buddhist, fine – show us how that’s living out, expressing interdependence.

If you want to ignore the red dust of the world completely and sit or chant in your cave or your car or your storefront or your temple or wherever and call that Buddhism, fine – show us how that’s living out, enacting interdependence.

Whatever it is, show us how that enacts interdependence.

“Show us” doesn’t mean prove that you’re “nailing it.”  It means I’m willing to understand and assess my views and activities and expression along these lines, and to draw myself back to it as I waver.  It means: “I get it that the bottom line of my life is to enact interdependence, so I’m trying this – how does that sound?”

If we can’t show that, if we can’t demonstrate to ourselves and to each other and to the Buddha that enacting interdependence is our effort and intention right now, and that this or that act or expression (large or small, political or not) emerges from and aims at that enactment of interdependence, then forget it – it’s not Buddhism, it’s not Buddhist practice.