The Dangers of Attachment
Using the tools of practice entails hardship and arduous challenges.
We rely on patience, endurance and going without. We have to do it
ourselves, experience it for ourselves, realize it ourselves. Scholars,
however, tend to get confused a lot. For example, when they sit in
meditation, as soon as their minds experience a teeny bit of tranquility
they start to think, ''Hey, this must be first jhāna6.'' This is how their minds work. And once those thoughts arise the
tranquility they'd experienced is shattered. Soon they start to think
that it must have been the second jhâna they'd attained. Don't think
and speculate about it. There aren't any billboards which announce
which level of samādhi we're experiencing. The reality
is completely different. There aren't any signs like the road signs
that tell you, ''This way to Wat Nong Pah Pong.'' That's not how
I read the mind. It doesn't announce.
Although a number of highly esteemed scholars have written descriptions
of the first, second, third, and fourth jhāna, what's
written is merely external information. If the mind actually enters
these states of profound peace, it doesn't know anything about those
written descriptions. It knows, but what it knows isn't the same as
the theory we study. If the scholars try to clutch their theory and
drag it into their meditation, sitting and pondering, ''Hmmm...what
could this be? Is this first jhāna yet?'' There! The
peace is shattered, and they don't experience anything of real value.
And why is that? Because there is desire, and once there's craving
what happens? The mind simultaneously withdraws out of the meditation.
So it's necessary for all of us to relinquish thinking and speculation.
Abandon them completely. Just take up the body, speech and mind and
delve entirely into the practice. Observe the workings of the mind,
but don't lug the Dhamma books in there with you. Otherwise everything
becomes a big mess, because nothing in those books corresponds precisely
to the reality of the way things truly are.
People who study a lot, who are full of theoretical knowledge, usually
don't succeed in Dhamma practice. They get bogged down at the information
level. The truth is, the heart and mind can't be measured by external
standards. If the mind is getting peaceful, just allow it to be peaceful.
The most profound levels of deep peace do exist. Personally, I didn't
know much about the theory of practice. I'd been a monk for three
years and still had a lot of questions about what samādhi
actually was. I kept trying to think about it and figure it out as
I meditated, but my mind became even more restless and distracted
than it had been before! The amount of thinking actually increased.
When I wasn't meditating it was more peaceful. Boy, was it difficult,
so exasperating! But even though I encountered so many obstacles,
I never threw in the towel. I just kept on doing it. When I wasn't
trying to do anything in particular, my mind was relatively at ease.
But whenever I determined to make the mind unify in samādhi,
it went out of control. ''What's going on here,'' I wondered.
''Why is this happening?''
Later on I began to realize that meditation was comparable to the
process of breathing. If we're determined to force the breath to be
shallow, deep or just right, it's very difficult to do. However, if
we go for a stroll and we're not even aware of when we're breathing
in or out, it's extremely relaxing. So I reflected, ''Aha! Maybe
that's the way it works.'' When a person is normally walking around
in the course of the day, not focusing attention on their breath,
does their breathing cause them suffering? No, they just feel relaxed.
But when I'd sit down and vow with determination that I was going
to make my mind peaceful, clinging and attachment set in. When I tried
to control the breath to be shallow or deep, it just brought on more
stress than I had before. Why? Because the willpower I was using was
tainted with clinging and attachment. I didn't know what
was going on. All that frustration and hardship was coming up because
I was bringing craving into the meditation.
Unshakeable Peace
I once stayed in a forest monastery that was half a mile from a village.
One night the villagers were celebrating with a loud party as I was
walking meditation. It must have been after 11:00 and I was feeling
a bit peculiar. I'd been feeling strange like this since midday. My
mind was quiet. There were hardly any thoughts. I felt very relaxed
and at ease. I did walking meditation until I was tired and then went
to sit in my grass-roofed hut. As I sat down I barely had time to
cross my legs before, amazingly, my mind just wanted to delve into
a profound state of peace. It happened all by itself. As soon as I
sat down, the mind became truly peaceful. It was rock solid. It wasn't
as if I couldn't hear the noise of the villagers singing and dancing
- I still could - but I could also shut the sound out entirely.
Strange. When I didn't pay attention to the sound, it was perfectly
quiet - didn't hear a thing. But if I wanted to hear, I could, without
it being a disturbance. It was like there were two objects in my mind
that were placed side by side but not touching. I could see that the
mind and it's object of awareness were separate and distinct, just
like this spittoon and water kettle here. Then I understood: when
the mind unifies in samādhi, if you direct your attention
outward you can hear, but if you let it dwell in its emptiness then
it's perfectly silent. When sound was perceived, I could see that
the knowing and the sound were distinctly different. I contemplated:
''If this isn't the way it is, how else could it be?'' That's
the way it was. These two things were totally separate. I continued
on investigating like this until my understanding deepened even further:
''Ah, this is important. When the perceived continuity of phenomena
is cut, the result is peace.'' The previous illusion of continuity
(santati) transformed into peace of mind (santi).
So I continued to sit, putting effort into the meditation. The mind
at that time was focused solely on the meditation, indifferent to
everything else. Had I stopped meditating at this point it would have
been merely because it was complete. I could have taken it easy, but
it wouldn't have been because of laziness, tiredness, or feeling annoyed.
Not at all. These were absent from the heart. There was only perfect
inner balance and equipoise - just right.
Eventually I did take a break, but it was only the posture of sitting
that changed. My heart remained constant, unwavering and unflagging.
I pulled a pillow over, intending to take a rest. As I reclined, the
mind remained just as peaceful as it had been before. Then, just before
my head hit the pillow, the mind's awareness began flowing inwards,
I didn't know where it was headed, but it kept flowing deeper and
deeper within. It was like a current of electricity flowing down a
cable to a switch. When it hit the switch my body exploded with a
deafening bang. The knowing during that time was extremely lucid and
subtle. Once past that point the mind was released to penetrate deeply
inside. It went inside to the point where there wasn't anything at
all. Absolutely nothing from the outside world could come into that
place. Nothing at all could reach it. Having dwelt internally for
some time, the mind then retreated to flow back out. However, when
I say it retreated, I don't mean to imply that I made it flow back
out. I was simply an observer, only knowing and witnessing. The mind
came out more and more until it finally returned to normal.
Once my normal state of consciousness returned, the question arose,
''What was that?!'' The answer came immediately, ''These things
happen of their own accord. You don't have to search for an explanation.''
This answer was enough to satisfy my mind.
After a short time my mind again began flowing inwards. I wasn't making
any conscious effort to direct the mind. It took off by itself. As
it moved deeper and deeper inside, it again hit that same switch.
This time my body shattered into the most minute particles and fragments.
Again the mind was released to penetrate deeply inside itself. Utter
silence. It was even more profound than the first time. Absolutely
nothing external could reach it. The mind abided here for some time,
for as long as it wished, and then retreated to flow outwards. At
that time it was following its own momentum and happening all by itself.
I wasn't influencing or directing my mind to be in any particular
way, to flow inwards or retreat outwards. I was merely the one knowing
and watching.
My mind again returned to its normal state of consciousness, and I
didn't wonder or speculate about what was happening. As I meditated,
the mind once again inclined inwards. This time the entire cosmos
shattered and disintegrated into minute particles. The earth, ground,
mountains, fields and forests - the whole world - disintegrated
into the space element. People had vanished. Everything had disappeared.
On this third time absolutely nothing remained.
The mind, having inclined inwards, settled down there for as long
as it wished. I can't say I understand exactly how it remained there.
It's difficult to describe what happened. There's nothing I can compare
it to. No simile is apt. This time the mind remained inside far longer
than it had previously, and only after some time did it come out of
that state. When I say it came out, I don't mean to imply that I made
it come out or that I was controlling what was happening. The mind
did it all by itself. I was merely an observer. Eventually it again
returned to its normal state of consciousness. How could you put a
name on what happened during these three times? Who knows? What term
are you going to use to label it?
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