Burma Day 14: Entering the Hills
For Day 13, see here. The following excerpt was written by Kory Goldberg in his personal journal about the current pilgrimage now underway in Burma. You can also consider joining a later pilgrimage in Burma yourself.
"When Russell took robes the other day, many of us felt we
were there right with him in solidarity, and lived the higher order vicariously
through him. Today we not only left Ingyinbin, we left behind a travel
companion. All attachments, the Buddha taught, lead to dissatisfaction. Russell and U Sasana, the profane
and the sacred, are mere forms, mere concepts, which must be let go of in order
to realize freedom from the shackles bound by psychological fear, insecurity
and delusion.
From Webu Sayadaw’s hot season centre to the place where he
spent 37 rainy seasons, we had the chance to offer food to the monks of Shwebo and meditate in the
Venerable’s room where he spend his days—every moment—in contemplation. Our
session concluded with a discussion led by U Agga and the various types of
ascetic practices such as not lying down that the Liberated One had endured.
Doing so would certainly be an extreme way of living for any of us, but for
him, such an engagement constituted a middle path approach to self-understanding
essential for Awakening. We then walked around the Shwebo monastery’s grounds
laden with tropical trees and gazebos for quiet sitting and Dhamma discussions.
Some of us played games and shared snacks with some of the local kids, most of
them looking quite dirty and unhealthy. Mixing seriousness with silliness
gladdens the human heart.
Arriving in the hills of Sagaing was quite magical. We made
a brief pit stop at Kaunghhmudaw, unreverentially referred to by the early British
colonialists as “tit pagoda.” Upon hearing this it has been nearly impossible
to see this massive Sanchi-like stupa and not think of this term. How our minds
are plagued by a lack of control! While at the pagoda, Joah gave the group a
brief introduction to the mystical landscape of Sagaing, preparing us for the
unconventional hermitage monasteries that we would be visiting as a group and
on our own. As we pulled into the town overshadowed by the small hills dotted
with great pagodas, monasteries and nunneries, all of us were in awe and felt
waves of good fortune pass through us. Our first experience in Sagaing, other
than the celestial-like landscape, was the pick-up truck driving in front of us
with a cab filled with boisterous spirit (nat)
mediums erotically dancing to loud Burmese pop music. They were happy to bless
us with their gyrating hips and we enjoyed the cultural experience, once again
demonstrating the lack of rigid boundaries between what constitutes spirit and
what is merely mundane. The Dhamma freely flows through every aspect of life
and nowhere is fact of nature more evident and understood than in this Golden
Land."
To see what happens to the group in the Sagaing Hills, click here.
To see what happens to the group in the Sagaing Hills, click here.