In every home and every community, whether we live in
the city, the countryside, the forests or the mountains, we are the
same in experiencing happiness and suffering. So many of us lack a
place of refuge, a field or garden where we can cultivate positive
qualities of heart. We experience this spiritual poverty because we
don't really have commitment; we don't have clear understanding ofs
what this life is all about and what we ought to be doing. From childhood
and youth until adulthood, we only learn to seek enjoyment and take
delight in the things of the senses. We never think that danger will
threaten us as we go about our lives, making a family and so on.
If we don't have land to till and a home to live in, we are without
an external refuge and our lives are filled with difficulty and distress.
Beyond that, there is the inner lack of not having sīla
and Dhamma in our lives, of not going to hear teachings and practice
Dhamma. As a result there is little wisdom in our lives and everything
regresses and degenerates. The Buddha, our supreme teacher, had mettā
(loving-kindness) for beings. He led sons and daughters of good family
to be ordained, to practice and realize the truth, to establish and
spread the Dhamma to show people how to live in happiness in their
daily lives. He taught the proper ways to earn a livelihood, to be
moderate and thrifty in managing finances, to act without carelessness
in all affairs.
But when we are lacking in both ways, externally in the material supports
for life and internally in spiritual supports as well, then as time
goes by and the number of people grows, the delusion and poverty and
difficulty become causes for us to grow further and further estranged
from Dhamma. We aren't interested in seeking the Dhamma because of
our difficult circumstances. Even if there is a monastery nearby,
we don't feel much like going to listen to teachings because we are
obsessed with our poverty and troubles and the difficulty of merely
supporting our lives. But the Lord Buddha taught that no matter how
poor we may be, we should not let it impoverish our hearts and starve
our wisdom. Even if there are floods inundating our fields, our villages
and our homes to the point where it is beyond our capability to do
anything, the Buddha taught us not to let it flood and overcome the
heart. Flooding the heart means that we lose sight of and have no
knowledge of the Dhamma.
There is the ogha (flood) of sensuality, the flood of becoming,
the flood of views and the flood of ignorance. These four obscure
and envelop the hearts of beings. They are worse than water that floods
our fields, our villages or our towns. Even if water floods our fields
again and again over the years, or fire burns down our homes, we still
have our minds. If our minds have sıla and Dhamma we
can use our wisdom and find ways to earn a living and support ourselves.
We can acquire land again and make a new start.
Now when we have our means of livelihood, our homes and possessions,
our minds can be comfortable and upright, and we can have energy of
spirit to help and assist each other. If someone is able to share
food and clothing and provide shelter to those in need, that is an
act of loving-kindness. The way I see it, giving things in a spirit
of loving-kindness is far better than selling them to make a profit.
Those who have metta aren't wishing for anything for themselves. They
only wish for others to live in happiness.
If we really make up our minds and commit ourselves to the right way,
I think there shouldn't be any serious difficulty. We won't experience
extreme poverty - we won't be like earthworms. We still have a skeleton,
eyes and ears, arms and legs. We can eat things like fruit; we don't
have to eat dirt like an earthworm. If you complain about poverty,
if you become mired in feeling how unfortunate you are, the earthworm
will ask, ''Don't feel too sorry for yourself. Don't you still
have arms and legs and bones? I don't have those things, yet I don't
feel poor.'' The earthworm will shame us like this.
One day a pig farmer came to see me. He was complaining, ''Oh man,
this year it's really too much! The price of feed is up. The price
of pork is down. I'm losing my shirt!'' I listened to his laments,
then I said, ''Don't feel too sorry for yourself, Sir. If you were
a pig, then you'd have good reason to feel sorry for yourself. When
the price of pork is high, the pigs are slaughtered. When the price
of pork is low, the pigs are still slaughtered. The pigs really have
something to complain about. The people shouldn't be complaining.
Think about this seriously, please.''
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