Both formerly and now, it is only suffering that I describe, and the cessation of suffering.
The spiritual practice is not bright and sunny. Anyone who says otherwise is selling something. It’s a confrontation with the truth as it is, not as we wish it to be. It becomes a healing process not because we paint the sun over the clouds but because we stop clinging to a notion that only the sun brings happiness.
It was not the shiny happy people that brought me to the path of Buddhism, nor was it the idea that my life would become so; it was suffering. In fact, it was the suffering of a child that brought me to a place of tears and empathy, for not only others but also for myself. There is a mistaken belief that somehow, a spiritual life or the pursuit of a spiritual path, means that suffering, negativity, doubt and fear are somehow all left behind, on the other side, or absent from this point forward.
We see spiritual teachers selling books promising happiness and bliss. We buy art, crystals, clothing and the like, hoping it will make us feel more spiritual. We begin and walk away from practices in the hopes of or with the disappointment that it didn’t relieve all of our grief. Much like Chogyam Trungpas concept of idiot compassion (doing what others want instead of what they need, in an attempt to avoid our own feelings of being uncomfortable), we use our spirituality as an attempt to distract us from the basic nature of what is happening here and now.
I know the knee jerk reaction is to say, “Well, what’s the point then?” I’ve actually been down that road myself. The point lies in understanding the whole of the path, not just the outcome we expect. We often understand our sadness and frustration but rarely the causes. We look to fill the empty space of here and now with concepts and and ideas that take away this suffering instead of taking the time to see the root of our pain and the pain of others. We cannot heal what we do not understand. At best, we can put a bandaid on a severed limb and hope it goes away.
In this lies the main issue. We remain attached to our emotional reactions all the while hiding from the basic reality of the presence of suffering and hurt. We want to look the other way and hope someone else will give us a shot of happiness. This notion of out there and far away happiness—ever filled with distraction and pomp—is the cause, while sitting and engaging the truth of suffering is the cure.
I vividly remember sitting there, feeling sorry for myself, cursing the woes of life and there she was, a small child, crying, bloated, covered in flies, barely two years old, whose whole life had been a sense of suffering so profound, that I would never be able to fathom it. I wept, and I hated myself for my trite whining and vague attempts at soul searching. I was then confronted with another image—an image so disturbing that the man who took it would commit suicide a few short months later.
A small child, little more than bones and belly, crawling face down, half dead, towards people on the other side of a fence. A vulture hopped around close behind, waiting for the child’s death. The child did die. The people on the other side of the fence stood by, watching, unmoving, because of policy. I was crushed. I knew from that moment on, that I could not spend my life as I had, anymore.
It was the full impact of universal suffering that tugged my heart. As I sat, weeping, hurting, all thoughts of duality vanished. The woman next door who just lost her husband, the snake run over by a car, my dog who just lost her life to cancer and the face of the child on the TV, made me realize something. Suffering is universal. It was this profound connection that brought back those words: “Both formerly and now, it is only suffering that I describe, and the cessation of suffering.”
We cannot begin the process of healing while we remain disconnected from the suffering of others or the reality of our own suffering. It is a step beyond the idea that we are unhappy, it is an intimate relationship with the knowledge of why. That we experience pain is no mystery, that we cling to our suffering and our reactions to it, is.
It is the process of clinging and struggling for control that we lose ourselves to our suffering. Letting go of ideas of control can be a scary thing and until we are ready to face the truth that we truly have no control and that all is in flux at all times, we will find ourselves resigned to suffering over healing.
In letting go, we are open to the encounters of every moment and are open to the interactions between each other. Our walls and judgments drop and we see a chase for similar ends by all people. A chase for happiness, a chase for feelings of security and well being, a chase for love and wellness. This is not unique to any of us, nor is the human experience.
Put down your wallet or purse and pick up the person who is sitting next to you. Be present, be open, be willing to encounter them on their level and from their experience. The race for each of us ends at the same place. We can face it happily or begrudgingly. We can come to realize that love is both the path and the vehicle and in so doing find that understanding suffering does bring us to a worthy end.