\u00a0<\/p>\n Saturday, January 30, I attended an all-day retreat at the Seattle Insight Meditation Center (<\/span>http:\/\/seattleinsight.org\/About\/Who<\/span><\/span><\/a>\u2026) led by two teachers in the Insight Meditation lineages.<\/span><\/p>\n In addition to several 30 minutes unguided silent sitting meditations, the teachers had the participants practice two self-inquiry walking meditations. The first one required contemplating two questions during 30 minutes of mindful walking: <\/span><\/p>\n (1) Where is my physical Dukkha; and <\/i><\/span><\/p>\n (2) How does this lead to personal freedom?<\/i><\/span><\/p>\n Dukkha was originally translated from the Sanskrit by scholars as \u201csuffering.\u201d This is the First Noble Truth in Buddhism: \u201cLife is suffering.\u201d Later more modern scholars determined that Dukkha more properly includes a continuum of \u201csuffering\u201d from mild unease, discontent, anxiety, through heightened states of anger, rage, fear and every kind of negative, afflictive, toxic and deadly emotional states.<\/span><\/p>\n The Second Noble Truth is that there are causes for Dukkha. They are desire (thirst, needs, wants, and similar states of lacking), aversion (ranging from avoidance to fears) and delusions (ranging from denial, illusions, conditioned and habitual reactions and responses, opinions to insanity). The Third Noble Truth is that there can be an end to Dukkha, and the Fourth Noble Truth describe the means to such end, through the Noble Eightfold Path<\/a>.<\/span><\/p>\n This recent Dukkha exercise was a short experiment that compressed the actual 18 months personal experience for me perfectly. I am sharing my experience and a variety of practices that always afforded me (and never deprived me) in any single day of states of appreciation, gratitude and joy, despite my physical condition. In those states is freedom.<\/span><\/p>\n Background Health Problems: Because of pain when walking or running in 2003, I went to a sports medicine clinic where x-rays and bone scans were taken. I was informed that due to previous soccer injuries, my left hip had advancing osteoarthritis which would continue to deteriorate until I would need a new hip implant. By the end of 2009, I no longer could run or play any sports because of severe pain in my left hip, including a complete loss of feeling in the left lower body when the pain came. In January 2010 after more x-rays and a bone scan, I was told that I had severe osteoarthritis but advised not to get a hip implant until some issues resolved over the safety of certain kinds of implant devices. The osteoarthritis advanced until May 2014 when my hip gave way and I fell. On August 13, 2014, I had a total left hip replacement surgery. On August 18, 2014, my body had a massive allergic and inflammatory response to the medications. Urgent Care had to pump me up intravenously with medications for two hours to stop the swelling and allergic reaction. The next night on August 19, 2014, a 4\u201d x 6\u201d piece of skin ballooned out from and then fell off my lower left leg exposing raw meat. This opening developed into an open wound which didn\u2019t close until early March 2015. I had related post-surgical or open wound complications including infections, edema, inflammation, etc. Finally in late November 2015, I was able to walk again without pain.<\/span><\/p>\n Because the Urgent Care doctors on August 18, 2014 (and later my family physician) were unable to identify what caused my allergic swelling and inflammatory reaction, I was told not to take any kinds of medication, whether OTC (over the counter) or prescription, for pain or anything else. Thus for 18 months, I went through daily intense pain and disabilities without the aid of any pain-killers.<\/span><\/p>\n By the 4th<\/span><\/sup> of November 2014, new bone growth into the roughened outside metal of the hip implant device was holding the implant firmly into place, as this X-rays show (x-rays edited for privacy). A Bag of Bones:<\/b><\/span> I grew to appreciate having skin. For two months, my wound drained copiously before my doctors sent me to the Wound Care Clinic where for about 5 months, a tight high tech fabric was wrapped around my left leg from below the toes to just under the knee, immobilizing my ankle. Now I appreciate having skin even more. There\u2019s a very old description of a man being a bag of bones. Here I am typing now, a man wrapped by an unbroken sheet of skin. <\/span><\/p>\n How does this kind of Dukkha lead to freedom?<\/span><\/p>\n Full Mind; More Pain<\/b><\/span>: Self-inquiry or investigation provides insights into the mind and sensations. In the Four Foundations of Mindfulness (Satipa<\/span>\u1e6d\u1e6d<\/span>h<\/span>\u0101<\/span>na Sutta, also known as Vipassana Meditation and Insight Meditation) taught by the Buddha, a student develops in the following order:<\/span><\/p>\n Over years of daily practice, I found that I can and in the past did increase my physical pain unknowingly with my thoughts, conscious and unconscious. Thoughts build physical pain into something it\u2019s not. It\u2019s as if I had an infinite pain amplifier that goes up a level every time the knob is turned by a thought. What are the turnings of the knob? Thoughts such as the following:<\/span><\/p>\n The Great Compassion Practice<\/b><\/span>. I had learned early in my practices about the mind and pain. I wrote in another blog in Satiama about how in October 2003, practicing Tonglen (the Tibetan Great Compassion practice) ended over 12 years of personal chronic back pain with periodic disability with acute spasms. (See <\/span>http:\/\/www.satiama.com\/tonglen-and-letting-go-of-pain-by-daniel-d-woo\/<\/span><\/a> )<\/span><\/p>\n What I See:<\/b><\/span> Mindfulness practices help develop the ability to see reality without all the limitations and filters of conditioned training, education and culture or the filters of difficult emotions. When angry, the phrase \u201cI see red\u201d is commonly used. We don\u2019t see the full spectrum of colors and shades when caught in the self.<\/span><\/p>\n On May 5, 2014, after my hip failed and I fell, I drove 1.5 miles to a grocery store. On the way I noticed old people in walkers or using canes and injured young people using crutches. <\/span>They hadn\u2019t just popped into existence.<\/i><\/span> My eyes noticed them in particular because I knew that I would have to talk to an orthopedic surgeon about my hip. <\/span><\/p>\n On May 10, 2014, I had a lunch planned with a friend in my neighborhood. When I hobbled from a parking lot into the restaurant, the first person I noticed was a large young man in a wheelchair waiting for take-out. After lunch I hobbled a few stores down to a consignment shop where one of the workers kindly showed me where the used canes were.<\/span><\/p>\n Light and Colors<\/b><\/span>: In June 2003 when I was in my 6th month of daily meditation, mindfulness and contemplative practices, I was swimming in a large indoor pool where one wall was glass. The rising sun\u2019s light shown directly on the pool. In the midst of a lap, suddenly time seemed to stop, the colors became intensely vibrant and I could see every drop of water as I continued swimming and the effects of direct sunrays, intersecting sunrays, refracted sunrays and reflected sunrays with each stroke. I got out of the pool saying to myself what happened? I don\u2019t know even today but my take-away was that I thought I knew colors and light, but I didn\u2019t. So what else didn\u2019t I know?<\/span><\/p>\n In the 18 months of pain, I always knew there was light and colors if I only breathed and opened my eyes. And I could see.<\/span><\/p>\n This photo of our cat Willie was taken on the 10th<\/span><\/sup> of November 2014, almost three months after a total left hip replacement surgery, a few feet away from my bedroom. I didn\u2019t know then that it would be another year before I could walk without pain. Willie was enjoying the light coming through a window and I enjoyed watching Willie in the light. I Am Not Alone:<\/b><\/span> There is a famous parable in Buddhism about grief and suffering.<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cKisa Gotami and the Parable of the Mustard Seed\u201d<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n A famous parable of Buddhism is called The Parable of the Mustard Seed. It is found in the foundational texts of Theravada Buddhism<\/a>. It revolves around a woman named Kisa Gotami, who lived during the time of Buddha\u2019s life when he had already achieved nirvana and was traveling to impart his teachings upon others.<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cKisa\u2019s only child, a very young son, had died. Unwilling to accept his death, she carried him from neighbor to neighbor and begged for someone to give her medicine to bring him back to life. One of her neighbors told her to go to Buddha, located nearby, and ask him if he had a way to bring her son back to life.<\/span><\/p>\n Bringing the body of her son with her, Kisa found Buddha and pleaded with him to help bring her son back to life. He instructed her to go back to her village and gather mustard seeds from the households of those who have never been touched by the death. From those mustard seeds, he promised he would create a medicine to bring her son back to life. Relieved, she went back to her village and began asking her neighbors for mustard seeds.<\/span><\/p>\n All of her neighbors were willing to give her mustard seeds, but they all told her that their households had been touched by death. They told her, \u201cthe living are few, but the dead are many.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n As the day became evening and then night, she was still without any of the mustard seeds that she had been instructed to collect. She realized then the universality of death. According to the Buddhist<\/a> verse her story comes from, she said:<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cIt\u2019s not just a truth for one village or town, Nor is it a truth for a single family. But for every world settled by gods [and men] This indeed is what is true \u2014 impermanence\u201d (Olendzki, 2010). <\/span><\/p><\/blockquote>\n With this new understanding, her grief was calmed. She buried her son in the forest and then returned to Buddha. She confessed to Buddha that she could not obtain any of the mustard seeds he had instructed her to collect because she could not find even one house untouched by death.<\/span><\/p>\n Here is a passionate interpretation of what Buddha imparted upon Kisa Gotami at this point from The Buddha: His Life Retold, by Robert Allen Mitchell:<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cDear girl, the life of mortals in this world is troubled and brief and inseparable from suffering, for there is not any means, nor will there ever be, by which those that have been born can avoid dying. All living beings are of such a nature that they must die whether they reach old age or not.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n As early-ripening fruits are in danger of falling, so mortals when born are always in danger of dying. Just as the earthen vessels made by the potter end in shards, so is the life of mortals. Both young and old, both those who are foolish and those who are wise \u2013 all fall into the power of death, all are subject to death.<\/span><\/p>\n Of those who depart from this life, overcome by death, a father cannot save his son, nor relatives their kinsfolk. While relatives are looking on and lamenting, one by one the mortals are carried off like oxen to the slaughter. People die, and their fate after death will be according to their deeds. Such are the terms of the world.<\/span><\/p>\n Not from weeping nor from grieving will anyone obtain peace of mind. On the contrary, his pain will be all the greater, and he will ruin his health. He will make himself sick and pale; but dead bodies cannot be restored by his lamentation.<\/span><\/p>\n Now that you have heard the Tathagata [a term Buddha used to refer to himself], Kisa, reject grief, do not allow it to enter your mind. Seeing one dead, know for sure: \u2018I shall never see him again in this existence.\u2019 And just as the fire of a burning house is quenched, so does the contemplative wise person scatter grief\u2019s power, expertly, swiftly, even as the wind scatters cottonseed.<\/span><\/p>\n He who seeks peace should pull out the arrow lamentations, useless longings, and the self-made pangs of grief. He who has removed this unwholesome arrow and has calmed himself will obtain peace of mind. Verily, he who has conquered grief will always be free from grief \u2013 sane and immune \u2013 confident, happy, and close to Nirvana, I say\u201d (Allen, 1991).<\/span><\/p><\/blockquote>\n Kisa entered the first stage of enlightenment from her experience. She decided to become a disciple of Buddha\u2019s and went on to become the first female arahant.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n (This version comes from here<\/a><\/span>)<\/span><\/p>\n Having learned that there is no such mustard seed, I approached my own experiences not as something unique, but as something that others have experienced, better, worse or the same. Right after the August 18, 2014 surgery, I was first moved to a recovery room and then to a hospital room. Before being released from the hospital, I could hear loud cries of pain from other patients and I practiced tonglen for them, wishing that their pain would be absorbed by me and that they would be free of physical pain, paradoxically releasing my own pain in the process.<\/span><\/p>\n The Lotus Grows from the Mud.<\/b><\/span> Every experience no matter how painful can be the foundation for growth. Every experience may be used in some way in the service of others. Because I was immobilized for long periods of time, without adequate sleep (a common side-effect for patients who have total hip replacement surgery), or lying down with feet elevated to reduce the edema and other swelling from the surgery and the complications in my left leg), I was physically isolated by necessity. I found that FB (which I use as a spiritual means of spreading Dharma) became an inspiration for me from articles, blogs, images posted by others and a means for me to post informative links or images for healing.<\/span><\/p>\n Hakuin\u2019s Zen Butter Pill Meditation: Healing Practice, Pain Reducer and Sleeping Aid.<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n I had been practicing Hakuin\u2019s Butter Pill Meditation since early 2003. <\/span><\/p>\n The start of each meditation begins with:<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cOf the essentials of preserving life, nourishing the breath has no peer.<\/i><\/span><\/p>\n When the breath is exhausted the body dies.\u201d<\/i><\/span><\/p>\n This contemplation soon merges into an appreciation of the moment. The simple truth is that appreciation (gratitude) enters as the self dissolves, and as the self dissolves, everything becomes clear.<\/span><\/p>\n Hakuin Ekaku (1686-1769) traveled from Japan to China and there earned the Butter Pill meditation from a Taoist master. This practice became his daily practice. Below is a translation of Hakuin\u2019s instruction:<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cThere is a remedy especially efficacious for debilitated people. Its properties for relieving exhaustion of the vital breath are particularly wondrous. It counteracts a rush of blood to the head, warms the legs, settles the bowels, brightens the eye, augments good wisdom, and is effective in casting aside all evil thoughts.<\/span><\/p>\n The recipe for one dose of the soft butter pill is as follows: one part of the \u2018 real aspect of all things,\u2019 one part each of \u2018the self and all things,\u2019 and the \u2018realization that these are false,\u2019 three parts of the \u2018immediate realization of Nirvana,\u2019 two parts of \u2018no desires,\u2019 two or three parts of the \u2018nonduality of activity and quietude,\u2019 one and a half parts of sponge\u00ac gourd skin, and one part of \u2018the discarding of all delusions.\u2019 Steep these seven ingredients in the juice of patience for one night, dry in the shade and then mash. Season with a dash of the six perfections then shape everything into a ball the size of a duck\u2019s egg and set it securely on your head.<\/span><\/p>\n Practitioners who are just beginning their study should not concern themselves with the properties of the medicine nor the amount used, but should merely contemplate the fact that a delicately scented soft butter-like object the size of a duck\u2019s egg is suddenly on their heads. When a sick person wishes to use this remedy he (or she) should spread for himself a thick cushion, hold his back straight, adjust his eyes, and sit in a correct posture. He should then shift gently to position himself properly, and set about meditating.<\/span><\/p>\n Repeat three times the words:<\/span><\/p>\n \u2018Of the essentials of preserving life, nourishing the breath has no peer. When the breath is exhausted the body dies.\u2019 <\/span><\/p>\n By doing so, one can truly carry out this contemplation. Those who have this duck egg with the consistency of soft butter on their heads feel a strange sensation as the whole head becomes moist. Gradually this feeling flows downward. The shoulders, elbow, chest, diaphragm, lungs, liver, stomach, backbone, and buttocks all gradually become damp. At this time the various accumulations in the chest, and those of lower back pain, stiffness and constipation all drop down at will, like water flowing naturally to a low place. This sensation is felt throughout the body, and it circulates moving downward, warming the legs, until it reaches the soles of the feet, where it stops. <\/span><\/p>\n The practitioner should then repeat the same contemplation. The overflow that penetrates downward sinks in and accumulates until it steeps the body in warmth, just as a good physician gathers together various aromatic herbs, brews them, and pours the concoction into the bath. The practitioner feels that his body from the navel down is steeped in this moisture. When this contemplation is being practiced, because it is induced only by mental activity, the sense of smell becomes aware of exotic odors, the sense of touch becomes wondrously acute, and the body and mind become attuned. Suddenly the accumulations dissolve, the bowels and stomach are harmonized, the skin becomes radiant, and the energies increase greatly. <\/span><\/p>\n If this contemplation is conscientiously brought to maturation, what disease cannot be cured, what magical art cannot be performed? This is indeed the secret method for maintaining health, the wondrous art of longevity.<\/span><\/p>\n This treatment was first devised by Shakamuni Buddha. In the middle ages it came down through the Tendai school, where it was used widely as a treatment for extreme exhaustion. Yet seldom in this degenerate age do we hear of this miraculous treatment. How sad that people today seldom gain knowledge of this Way. When I was in my middle years I heard of it from the hermit Hakuyu, who maintained that the speed of its efficacy lay only in the degree to which the practitioner endeavored. If one is not laggard one may obtain long life. Don\u2019t say that Hakuin has become senile and is teaching old-woman\u2019s Zen. Perhaps if you just get to know it, you will clap your hands and laugh out loud. Why? \u2018Unless you have seen disorders, you do not know the virtues of an honest minister; unless you have accumulated wealth, you do not know the determination of an honest man.\u2019\u201c <\/span><\/p>\n As with any practice, repetition and practice makes the new and uncomfortable easier to practice. For me, I discovered a few years ago, that if I have any trouble falling asleep at night, I could begin Hakuin\u2019s Butter Pill Meditation and in under a minute, fall asleep. During the 18 months of pain, this continued to be true.<\/span><\/p>\n The Butter Pill practice as a cooling practice.<\/i><\/span> We had record-heat during the summer and fall of 2015 in Seattle. One more medical complication occurred in July 2015 when the legs went through a staph infection that was successfully treated with antibiotics by my doctor. The skin on my legs were so painful and tender from the infection and afterwards that even hot air was painful. I decided to use the Hakuin Butter Pill meditation differently, substituting for the warm butter egg with an ice-cold healing elixir when my legs became painful. In the Adam Sandler movie, \u201cThe Waterboy,\u201d he is resurrected at a critical moment in the last game with ice cold pure water from a special flask that preserved all of the water\u2019s healing properties. In a way, the same transformation of pain took place with this derivative version of the Butter Pill Meditation.<\/span><\/p>\n Other Gratitude Practices.<\/b><\/span> There are many resources for different forms of gratitude practice. In my own life, I\u2019ve adopted a number, including smiling, laughing, reading encouraging and inspiring words, expressly verbally gratitude, and balancing every turn of the mind that brings up a negative with a positive. Over years of practice, my awareness of the negative mind and its appearance automatically starts a conscious awareness of what is already good. I\u2019m especially grateful for practices that makes each day appreciated and the world appear with all of its polarities, rather than only the world of discontent and complaint.<\/span><\/p>\n One of my practices is to be surrounded by reminders of gratitude in wall hangings or post cards, or on my desktop computer, or even in my mobile. Since my mind can be faulty in memories or lazy in thinking, reminders blast away the negative. Below are two of such reminders. <\/a> My indoors meditation tableaux also includes reminders. The Heart Sutra and Emptiness of Self:<\/b><\/span> The Heart Sutra encompasses all the teachings of the Buddha in a few short verses, including the \u201cemptiness\u201d of self. In thirteen years of practice, I found that I am not an empty self when I am filled with self and all of its manifestations: selfishness, self-centeredness, self-seeking, driven by ego. The 18 months period of pain became another living example for me that there is pain, and there is pain. In the former case, I can ensure that I have ratcheted-up amplified pain by being filled with \u201cself.\u201d In the latter case, there is space and boundless capacity for all possibilities in this very moment, including the reduction of pain. The following new translation of The Heart Sutra is from Thich Nhat Hahn (<\/span>http:\/\/plumvillage.org\/news\/thich-nhat-hanh-new-heart-sutra-translation\/<\/span><\/a> ): <\/span><\/p>\n \u201cThe Insight that Brings Us to the Other Shore <\/span><\/p>\n Avalokiteshvara<\/span><\/p>\n while practicing deeply with<\/span><\/p>\n the Insight that Brings Us to the Other Shore,<\/span><\/p>\n suddenly discovered that<\/span><\/p>\n all of the five Skandhas are equally empty,<\/span><\/p>\n and with this realisation<\/span><\/p>\n he overcame all Ill-being.<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cListen Sariputra,<\/span><\/p>\n this Body itself is Emptiness<\/span><\/p>\n and Emptiness itself is this Body.<\/span><\/p>\n This Body is not other than Emptiness<\/span><\/p>\n and Emptiness is not other than this Body.<\/span><\/p>\n![\"Dan](\"https:\/\/wp-media.patheos.com\/blogs\/sites\/83\/2016\/02\/Dan-Woo.jpg\")
<\/a>By Daniel D. Woo (\u00a9 2016)<\/span><\/p><\/blockquote>\n
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