A friend sent me a link to an interview with Thich Nhat Hanh (http://www.guardian.co.uk/sustainable-business/zen-master-thich-nhat-hanh-love-climate-change#skiplinks ). In it the 86-year-old Buddhist monk, one of the world's foremost spiritual leaders, talks, among other things, about his own mortality:
"It is like the tea. When you pour the hot water in the tea, you
drink it for the first time, and then you pour again some hot water and
you drink, and after that the tea leaves are there in the pot but the
flavour has gone into the tea and if you say they die it is not correct
because they continue to live on in the tea, so this body is just a
residue. It still can provide some tea flavour but one day there
will be no tea flavour left and that is not death. And even the tea
leaves, you can put them in the flower pot and they continue to serve, so
we have to look at birth and death like that."
And even the tea leaves, you can put them in the flower pot and they continue to serve... I could just see TNH using and reusing the tea leaves, then carefully dumping the residue into his African violet pot. And it's true, tea leaves are the nectar of the gods to a houseplant. I'm sure that TNH has champion African violets, what with all the tea leaves and his equanimous presence.
What I'm wondering is, where did this angelic figure learn about the benefits of tea leaves for houseplants--or do angelic beings automatically know such things?
Apparently this angelic being is deeply into compost. When he learned that a temple in his native Vietnam was planning to build him a memorial, this was his reaction:
"I said don't waste the land of the temple in order to build me a
stupha. Do not put me in a small pot and put me in there. I don't want
to continue like that. It is better to put the ash outside to help the
trees to grow."
Such a cheering thought: compost as the means to resurrection. What better afterlife could any of us aspire to, than to to continue to serve by helping the trees to grow?
Friday, February 1, 2013
Compost And The Monk
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death and dying
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Thich Nhat Hanh
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If I knew I could make an acorn grow into a giant oak, I would gladly be of help.
ReplyDeleteI think I'd like to feed a pine tree of some kind.
Deleteit's true. but i'm not quite ready to think of myself as compost.
ReplyDeleteIt does take getting used to.
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