I made it to the morning meditation, mainly because I was worried about not making it to the morning meditation, and so I couldn’t sleep. Well, I only slept about two and a half hours because my legs were going berserk, but if that helped get me to the meditation, so be it.
Those of you who have been reading for a long time know that I am a Jewish Atheist Pagan, or JAP. That’s better than the other thing that JAP stands for. No, not Japanese—Jewish American Princess.
I don’t know much about Buddhism except that it began in India with the enlightenment of a monk named Siddhārtha Gautamaand and it spread across Asia.
As I write this in my room in the mountaintop monastery, the weird music they play at 6am, 5pm, and 9pm just started. It sounds like the beginning of the Dr. Who theme song, then turns into a chime-y tune that I cringe in fear is shaping up to be “We Shall Overcome,” but then it fades into nothingness after a minute.
Each of the 52 monasteries in Koyasan, a tiny mountain town, has its own idiosyncratic brand of bells, gongs, chimes, chants, and other noises issuing through the air at all times of night and day.
Back to Buddha. There many different representations of the Buddha, and bodhisattvas, who from my understanding are kind of understudies to the Buddha. Is there only one Buddha? Good question. I think there is only one and there are also thousands. No one painted a picture of the original Buddha back in 4th Century Nepal. This makes it okay to depict him in many different races and forms. There must be hundreds of different strains of Buddhism. I knew that Zen was a Japanese form, but as I’ve moved around Japan I’ve encountered dozens of others, mostly based on the teachings of some Buddhist master or other.
Buddha’s teachings are known as dharma and sutras are religious teachings. He highlighted the virtues of wisdom, kindness, patience, generosity, and compassion. The five main precepts of Buddhism, which are suggestions and not laws, are to refrain from killing, stealing, sexual misconduct, lying, and intoxication. Well, I’ve never killed anyone!
As in many faiths, adherents practice meditation, and that can take many forms—silent, chanting, walking, using a mantra or symbol, etc.
In Japan, about 30% of the population is Buddhist and only three percent are Shinto, which is a Japanese indigenous religion. These faiths overlap and intersect. Hinduism is also mixed in there. Unlike with Christianity, none of the three seeks to stamp out the others.
Japan has a temple (Shinto) or shrine (Buddhist) around every corner. Some are enormous, like Todaji Temple in Nara, which is the largest wooden building in the world and houses a 15-meter-high Buddha.
Others are obscure, like this tiny one I stumbled upon in Tokyo, dedicated to dogs.
At most temples or shrines, I have encountered people bowing, clapping, lighting incense or candles, ringing bells, or listening to monks chanting sutras.
Inside each shrine is … wait for it … an inner shrine. In most cases these are surrounded by signs asking people not to take photos. Here’s one that didn’t have any prohibitions.
The inner shrine at the monastery is much like this. I made the faux pas of wearing my yukata, or dressing gown, to the meditation, and being told, “Yukata, no!” I had read an etiquette book I bought, twice, and still got it wrong.
I ran up to my room to change and rejoined the group. About eight guests were observing as two monks intoned (presumably) sutras, punctuated by drums, gongs, and bells. One had a beautiful timbre to his voice, and the two chanted in harmony. I have no idea what they were singing, but it was magical, surrounded by dragons, lanterns, candles, incense, lotus flowers and orchids, tapestries, and thousands of intricately decorated boxes.
The jury is still out on my phone but I am taking its darkness as the digital detox I have long discussed but never had the will power to carry out. Maybe Buddha had a hand in it.