using the arrow buttons.
by clicking on the page.
the page around when zoomed in by dragging it.
the zoom using the slider when zoomed-in.
by clicking on the zoomed-in page.
by entering text in the search field, and select "This Issue" or "All Issues"
by clicking on thumbnails to select pages, and then press the print button.
displays sections with thumbnails and descriptions.
displays a slider of thumbnails. Click on a page to jump.
allows you to browse the full archive.
about your subscription?
Buddhadharma : Fall 2009
17 fall 2 00 9 buddhadharma: the practitioner’s quarterly Do they still import into the bedroom the vir- ginal sweetness of the celibate ideal? What of our raw and lustful moments? What of the full-throated cry of our bodies for satisfac- tion? What of our yearning for our lover’s body wrapped in our own? Can these also be temples of our spiritual nature? Pure Land Buddhism recognizes our ordi- nary nature. We are bombu (the term used by Pure Land Buddhism to describe the ordinary person). In this recognition is the root of our salvation. Seeing ordinariness strips away lay- ers of pretense, of false propriety. Our authen- tic nature is our deludedness, seen in contrast against the immeasurable omnipresent other- ness that is Buddha. We recognize again and again our distorting grandiosity against the stability of Amida’s presence. So in our sexual relationships, too, we see all the naked passions of our bodies, but more, the cravings of our minds, not just for satisfac- tion on the corporeal level, but for new facets of identity that sexual conquests or relation- ships bring. With such insight, we can smile wryly at our nature. But more than this, while endlessly subverting the experience to such deluded ends, we are exposed to the reality of another at a level of intimacy far outweighing that experienced in more limited meetings—if we take the risk to persist in the relationship and strive for as much honesty of loving com- munication as we are able. The loving presence of another at a bodily as well as emotional level both mirrors our humanity and shows us the unique qualities of the other, distinct from our own. He is not I, and I am not he. In the nuances of touch we learn to trust, and also that we do not always trust. We test the boundaries of our existence and hold the preciousness of life itself. In our moments of release, we relinquish our need to control the universe, and we flow with the force of our love. So our sexual nature need not be separated, but can become our teacher. Our sharpening senses in the moment of consummation awaken our capacity to embrace not just our lover, but our human condition, with both its samsaric reality and its aspiration to spiritual connec- tion. In the melting pot of practice, everything may become the source of energy for the path if we have the humility to face it honestly. FRoM “A NEW PURITANISM?” By CARoLINE BRAZIER, PUBLISHED IN turNiNg wheel, SPRING 2009 thE zEn of aliCE Just like Alice, says author Daniel Doen Silberberg, we can discover a Wonderland that has never left us. Alice fell down a hole. Like many people she was quite sure she was on solid ground; that is, until she wasn’t. She didn’t fall down an ordinary hole, but a door into another world. As we follow Alice’s adventures on the other side of the door, we get the feeling that her previous life was a bit mannered, prescribed, and, well, boring. After she falls down the rab- bit hole, everything changes. The rules take a sharp turn, invert, and fade like a Cheshire cat’s smile. Nothing is ever the same again for Alice or for the reader. The way of Zen can also take us for a spin, creating a special kind of internal dissonance where the familiar harmonies and music don’t come as expected. It’s not that dissonance isn’t harmony; it’s just a different kind of harmony. To experience the truth and beauty of dissonant music, Alice has to give up her expectations and accept what is. If, like Alice, we give up our expectations, we may find that we can hear and see an alternative truth as well. We may even see ourselves clearly for the first time. kIMSCAFURO