I'm sitting here, cup of lemon tea in hand, recuperating from a mild case of flu. I'm feeling particularly nostalgic so I browsed through my bookshelf of past writings. I came across an old story of mine, one of the first ones I wrote with a Buddhist theme, called Master Kwang and the Hungry Ghost. I've posted it here years ago as a gift and if you wish to read what passes for a parable in my mind, go ahead and enjoy. I'll post the link at the end. But tonight, I want to talk about the last koan I worked on with a real Teacher, the one that inspired the story in fact. That koan is: "Save a Ghost."
Now before we begin, let's get something clear. There is no single right or wrong way to "do" koans. They are fascinating study aids and mysterious keys to unlock insight and useless holdovers of a temple hiearchy, all rolled into one. What I'm telling you is one way to look at this koan. This might not be your way, or the way you've been taught we should handle them. That's perfectly fine. Go with it.
Now, a koan that simply says, "Save a Ghost" is plenty mysterious. Say what? Okay, Buddhists are all into that saving all beings thing, but a ghost? How am I supposed to save something that's dead? And save it from what?
So, first step. Deep breath. First thing to realize about koans, every single one of them is about the mind. Is the flag moving or the wind moving? It's not about flags or wind, but the mind moving. So we're not talking about a ghost yelling "Boo!" from the dark closet. We're talking about the mind. The ghost refers to something about our own minds.
What is a ghost? It's something that has died, or been killed, yet refuses to go away. But it's not alive. We ignore it, fear it, don't want it around. "You're dead! Go away. I don't want to deal with you anymore!"
Ah, but now we begin to penetrate the koan. The ghost is in our minds. We all have something, some experience, some emotion or memory that we have decided we don't want to deal with anymore. So we kill it. We refuse to deal with it. As far as we're concerned the issue is dead and buried, the memories forgotten, we've moved on and that nasty business is a thing of the past. But it isn't really. It's a ghost. It pops up when we least expect, refusing to stay properly dead. It haunts us. It is not really a healthy acceptance, is it? Can you think of something in your mind that fits the description?
So how do we save a ghost? We realize it's not a ghost. It's not really dead. In fact, we are the ghost or the ghost is us.
We save the ghost by becoming the ghost. Then it can finally be laid to rest. It's just memories. Part of who we are.
Hope this made you think a bit about your own ghosts and maybe next time you meditate you can say hello to one of them. And now, the story that koan inspired. Everyone enjoy a good ghost story on Christmas!
Some food for thought…For the "Beginner's mind"
Many of us stumble upon the path at a later age (more old and fragile than young and agile )
So to the teens, early, mid, late twenties, (and into the thirties …I guess) you have all been blessed with a karmic pattern (past life or this life who knows...) that has lead you to the Buddha’s Dharma at such a young age…
It’s a precious gift, full of wisdom, and if used wisely, it will enrich your lives and no doubt, the lives of those whom you encounter along life’s journey ie, the Path…
At times there will be challenges and obstacles to overcome, the Dharma will equip you with the necessary tools to overcome them…but you have to have these three things Great “Faith” Great "Doubt" Great "Determination"...
~Sensei Sevan Ross~
"Great Faith and Great Doubt are two ends of a spiritual walking stick. We grip one end with the grasp given to us by our Great Determination. We poke into the underbrush in the dark on our spiritual journey. This act is real spiritual practice -- gripping the Faith end and poking ahead with the Doubt end of the stick. If we have no Faith, we have no Doubt. If we have no Determination, we never pick up the stick in the first place."
So study/practice and use your gift wisely…. don’t waste it…
My teacher keeps reminding his students of how precious human life is, and of how fortunate we human are to have the Dharma in our lives…I agree wholeheartedly ….