|Online Zen practice: sitting with the virtual timer|
My personal virtual altar: a series of pictures played in a slideshow, constantly transforming: Buddha, Manjushri, Kannon, a lotus flower.
As for the rest of the day:
Made breakfast. Went through the usual chores. My wife and I decided to bring our son to the mall, which had an indoor playground. We got there and he dashed straight to the bookstore hoping he could convince us to buy him a new Thomas the Tank Engine book. Spent some time there but finally brought him out despite his protests. He soon forgot it as he realized we were bringing him to the playground. Less than a minute later, I was telling him to apologize for pushing a smaller kid out of the way and he was refusing. Finally I said, "You say 'sorry' or we're going home right now!" We went home of course.
Later in the house I scolded him again - this time using my patented REALLY SCARY DEMON-DEFEATING DADA VOICE™ - for hitting us repeatedly with a hard wooden building block. Shifted to gentle Kannon mode after a few minutes.
I come from a somewhat well-to-do and prominent family, and grew up in a huge compound that consisted of 3 houses (my brother's, sister's, and my parents') and a large multi-purpose open-air pavilion for common use. My wife and I stay in a house outside the compound, but ever since my parents died, we've been regularly eating meals together with my siblings, nephews and nieces in the pavilion. It's our common area. I often joke that we ought to name the place Switzerland. Anyway, that's where we had our lunch.
I play in a band led by my brother's life partner. We were booked to perform in a music festival back to back with another band in a nearby city. The city of Tagum was kind enough to lend us a bus, which arrived at 1 pm. We said our goodbyes to the family, got our stuff and boarded the bus with the rest of the band. We picked up the second band and traveled to Tagum. Got there around 3, set up our instruments and waited.
|Tagum City Hall|
|Me backstage about to go out and perform|
Finally it was showtime.
We played for about an hour, dismantled and packed up our equipment, and waited for the second band to finish. There was a tent city outside with booths selling food and drinks so I headed there and treated myself to beer (just two!).
The second band finished and packed up, then we all went home to Davao City. I arrived in my house past two in the morning. It was raining. I tiptoed silently upstairs, took a shower, brushed my teeth, and went to bed. I woke up this morning past seven (usually I wake up around 5:30), got up, went downstairs. A few minutes later and I was bowing to my altar.
I chanted the Heart Sutra: "Kan ji zai bo satsu jin ma ka han nya ha ra mi ta ji..."
Hands together. I bowed. Sat down.
The bell rang. Once. Twice. A third time:
Hands together. Bowed.
I sat. Legs in Burmese position, hands in Cosmic Mudra. I sat.
Thoughts coming and going, eyelids drooping. I sat.
Mind wandering, coming back. Wandering again. Coming back again. I sat.
Discomfort in the hips. I sat.
Impatience ripping through me. I sat.
I sat zazen. Zazen sat me. Who was this "I"? Just the sitting. Just Zazen.
Sound of the bell. Once. A second time:
Hands together, I bowed. I stood up and bowed to my cushion. I turned around. Then:
"Kanzeon namu butsu..."
I bowed to the altar just as my wife came down the stairs. We greeted each other with a kiss and embrace, chatted briefly. She headed to the kitchen. I returned my focus to my altar and finish with the Four Vows of the Bodhisattva:
"To save all sentient beings though beings numberless
To transform all delusions though delusions inexhaustible
To perceive reality though reality is boundless
To attain the enlightened way, a way non-attainable."
|Life is our temple!|