L OCATED just a stone's throw from the noisy and bustling Olympic Market in
central Phnom Penh, is an oasis of calm and peaceful respite where the rhythms
of life are dictated by the sound of a bell, and practices and norms inculcated
over hundreds of years. One can escape the noise, confusion and complications of
everyday life and return to a simpler, more contemplative
existence.
Where is this idyllic place? That is for the reader to find
out (and it's not too difficult to discern), for seek and ye shall find (but
wait, I'm mixing religions here). This is where I escaped to last month when I,
an American lawyer and a Khmer American friend, Samati Siv, became novice
Buddhist monks for three days.
Why would anyone shave his or her head
(and eyebrows), take vows of piety and renunciation and be inducted into a whole
new realm of religious traditions and practices? Losing one's hair was a small
price to pay in order to be inducted and study under the Supreme Patriarch of
Cambodian Buddhism, Nobel Peace Prize Nominee and Peace March Leader, Maha
Ghosananda. Moreover, what better way to try to understand the psyche of the
country and the people than through its religious traditions, for "to be Khmer
is to be Buddhist." There are, of course, Khmers who follow other religions;
however, Buddhism has played a central role in Cambodian society, serving as a
blueprint for everyday life, moral structure, a guide for family life, a basis
for national holidays and cultural events, and a foundation for social
policy.
On the appointed morning, Samati and I presented ourselves at the
Dhammayietra Center for Peace and Non-Violence. After a brief meeting with the
Great Joyful Proclaimer (the Pali meaning of Maha Ghosananda), where prayers and
traditional offerings consisting of, among other things, incense sticks,
cigarettes and condensed milk were made. We then proceeded to the temple's
courtyard where a barber did his best to re-do our "do" a la Yul Brenner and
Michael Jordan. Next came the formal induction ceremony. After learning how to
do the saffron robes (not an easy task), Samati and I recited a dozen or so vows
of renunciation and revered Buddhist precepts, (in English since both of us were
poor Pali scholars) and instantly, we became a very small link in a long chain
of Cambodian traditions. Most Cambodian men, at some stage in their life, aspire
to become a monk for three days, three months, three years or a lifetime. In one
fell swoop (actually, several swoops of the scissors), I went from being a mere
lawyer to a monk. An honored member of society looked upon by the laity as
upholding the moral standards of society. What a tremendous honor, one Samati
and I took very seriously.
Over the next three days, life took on a
comfortable cadence. Up at 4 am to the sound of a bell, hung on a Boddhi tree.
Pali chanting and recitation in the main temple with the younger monks until 6
am. Breakfast was served at 7.15 am. My only regret from this experience was
that we did not go out with the other monks on their daily alms rounds. To do
that would require a longer stay of three months. After breakfast, we would
return to the main temple to mediate, pray, read, relax or converse with the
other monks. They seemed delighted by the presence of in-Wat counsel for their
English lessons. Lunch was prepared and taken at 11.00 am and no further eating
was permitted after that. Afternoons were spent largely like the mornings.
Catching up on sleep was an unexpected benefit to my three day stay. In the
early evenings, after a long day of planning for the Peace March, Maha
Ghosananda would undertake his famous walking meditations, whereby we would
circle the main temple compound, struggling to keep up with our leader, lost in
mediation.
Three days of reflection and meditation enabled me to
gradually see many things in a different light. For example, in the West, wisdom
is seen as something that comes over time, with experience and age. A
compassionate person is one who's benevolent, understanding and kind. However,
it took me this reflective period of time to see the powerful connection between
the two, when these qualities are aligned.
Maha Ghosananda said: "Wisdom
must always be balanced by compassion, and compassion must be balanced by
wisdom. The balance of wisdom and compassion is called the middle path and we
cannot have peace without this balance." To illustrate, he related the following
story:
An old farmer found a dying cobra in the field. Filled with
compassion, he picked it up and nursed it back to health. One day the cobra bit
the old farmer killing him.
The farmer used only compassion without
wisdom. A cobra is a dangerous animal and must be nursed back to health with
caution and then separated from man. Compassion without wisdom can cause great
suffering. Wisdom and compassion must walk together. There must be a balance in
the two.
And so went three contemplative and restful days in the spring
of 1994. Was I reborn a Buddhist? Not quite. A lifetime of Catholic upbringing
is hard to suddenly discard. However, over the past weeks since I left that
peaceful wat, my interest in Buddhist philosophy and ways has grown, (as has my
hair), and I look back on those three days as a special time and place, where I
may have, ever-so-briefly, bridged the gap from attorney to monk.
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