Disconnect the
Dots
Cynthia Thatcher FALL 2009
tricycle
Cynthia Thatcher explores
the teachings on happiness that the Buddha gave to
Bahiya.
The painting was George
Seurat’s Neo-impressionist work A Sunday Afternoon on the Island of
La Grande Jatte, his famous scene of Parisians in a waterside park.
As my eye scanned the canvas, jumping from boats to people to
clouds, it caught on a tree.
Here were no seamless bands
of color, no blended patches of tint as in so many other paintings.
The tree was made up of countless specks—a smattering of separate
orange, yellow, and blue dots. The boats on the water, the people
on the lawn, their faces and clothes—all were a sprinkling of
motes, as if the canvas had been caught out in a rain of
paint.
Out of the blue, I
remembered the ascetic Bahiya, who asked the Buddha to teach him
the path leading to happiness. “When seeing,” the Buddha said,
“just see; when hearing, just hear; when knowing, just know; and
when thinking, just think.” (Udana 1.10) It was all in how you
looked at it. The Bahiya text is deceptively simple. In one sense,
it means: Don’t daydream. Pay full attention to what you’re seeing.
But there’s more to these words than you might think. Or maybe
less.
I did a double take when my
meditation teacher, Achan Sobin Namto, explained the deeper meaning
of this attention practice. “If we could focus precisely on the
present moment…,” he once wrote, “the eye would not be able to
identify objects coming into the area of perception.” Ultimately,
he said, following the Bahiya formula meant to see mere color
instead of recognizing what you were looking at. It was possible to
do this because there was a split-second time lag between (1)
sensing the bare image and (2) recognition. (The same applies to
perceiving sound, smell, taste, touch, and mental phenomena such as
feeling.) If mindfulness were quick enough, you could catch the
moment of bare seeing.
Wait a minute—had I heard
right? “So if I really stay in the present moment,” I asked, “I’ll
see a cup in front of me and not recognize it?”
The Bahiya teaching tells
us to break our habit of looking at experience in terms of labels
or concepts and instead observe ultimate reality directly. This is
done by paying attention to bare seeing, hearing, smelling,
touching, tasting, and feeling in their most primitive state,
before your inner narrator names them.
“Absolutely,” Achan
said.
“When pigs fly,” you might
be thinking. Achan Sobin was once skeptical, too. “Impossible!”
he’d said when his own instructor explained the idea. Later he
spent decades teaching it to others.
To understand the teaching
Bahiya received, it helps to remember the Buddhist distinction
between ultimate and conventional truth.
Consider the painting
again: close-up, you see meaningless flecks of tint that don’t
represent anything. Beings and objects, time and place, have
vanished. The Seine, the trees, the woman’s face—all have exploded
into particles, scattered across space. But when you step back from
the picture, recognizable shapes leap into view as the eye “pulls”
the specks together.
The individual points of
color, and the identities that coalesce when the eye connects them,
occupy the same space. From one vantage point there is a vista of
permanent beings and things. From another, there’s no solid
ground—only empty sensation that you can’t name. The painting
presents a visual metaphor for conventional truth versus ultimate
reality; self versus nonself.
The Bahiya teaching tells
us to break our habit of looking at experience in terms of labels
or concepts and instead observe ultimate reality directly. This is
done by paying attention to bare seeing, hearing, smelling,
touching, tasting, and feeling in their most primitive state,
before your inner narrator names them. By repeatedly watching these
events you’ll discover there is nothing personal about the act of
perception.
Normally you think, “I am
seeing.” Yet in the ultimate sense, the seeing that happens isn’t
anyone’s. Although hearing occurs, there’s no self who hears.
Rather than a homogeneous entity, we find a collection of parts.
Unless observed closely, what we regard as the self appears to be a
solid, personal identity that perceives things. But in truth there
is no metabeing who unifies the parts. All our actions happen
without an agent, or self, performing them. There is no seer, just
the seeing; no hearer, just the hearing.
Distinguishing the tree in
the painting from the specks it consists of may be a walk in the
park. But it’s much more challenging to learn to separate the named
things we’re familiar with from the bare seeing, hearing, and
touching of actual experience. To master this skill, we must turn
our attention again and again to direct experience until our
mindfulness is fast enough to notice bare sights, sounds, touches
and so on before recognition takes place. Even when practicing very
diligently, the remarkable experience of observing bare
sense-perception usually only happens when we’re least expecting
it.
One morning, during a
meditation retreat, I heard the sound of a bird. A mundane event,
right? Except the sound was a quick whiplash of sensation that
wasn’t connected to any named thing—least of all a creature called
“blackcapped chickadee.”
At first I didn’t even
recognize the sensation as an auditory form as opposed to a sight
or smell. The next moment, the mental dots connected and the word
“bird” slid into the mind. But the label didn’t erase the
experience. Some veil had slipped, if just for a second.
When Achan Sobin walked in,
I could hardly wait to blurt out: “It’s just a sound! It has
nothing to do with the bird.” The event had somehow shaken my
world.
“Nothing to do with the
bird?” he asked.
Bingo.
He laughed and nodded.
“Very good!”
“But it’s not even a
sound.”
“No,” he confirmed, “by the
truth, not even a sound.”
Stories of meditators
experiencing bare awareness are common in the Buddhist world. The
English monk Kapilavaddho Bhikkhu describes casually looking at his
left hand, when “suddenly… the hand had lost all sense of solidity…
Here, all that was presented to the eye was color.” In her memoir
Hidden Spring: A Buddhist Woman Confronts Cancer, Sandy Boucher
reports that when she first tried to mindfully observe pain, the
feeling seemed very solid and she wanted to scream. But when she
stopped labeling the pain as anything and ceased defining it as
part of her self, a shift happened: “Finally there were only the
sensations—without a name or a definition or association—only an
elemental vibration of phenomena expressing life. For a few moments
I was able to stay with this… separate from my identifications and
desires. Then I fell back into my ‘I’ and experienced the
sensations as if they were attached to ‘me,’ and they became pain
again.”
The clincher for me came
when my Christian mother attended a meditation retreat, expecting
nothing but sore knees. “For the first time,” she said afterward,
“I’d seen color only, without any label attached, and only a moment
later did I realize I’d been looking at the familiar orange
drapes.” But is it possible to function in ordinary life when
seeing only color patches? No, you have to recognize sights and
other sense-impressions when writing, cooking, and even teaching
the dharma. To follow the Bahiya teaching doesn’t mean giving up
the concepts of conventional reality altogether. The point is to
devote some time every day to formal insight meditation during
which you focus on bare sense-perception, until that practice gives
rise to clear and direct insight into nonself (during daily
actvities you can use broader attention). By paying attention to
sensory experience as it is happening—and not getting caught up in
the labels, preferences, thoughts, and emotions that happen in the
split seconds after bare sense-data impinge on our awareness—we
learn to see the suffering involved in getting caught up. And by
seeing that suffering, we learn to free ourselves from
it.
We learn this because when
we can separate bare perception from conventional meanings, the
feeling that an experience is happening to “me” begins to drop
away. We discover that instead of being inherent in perception, the
notion of a self is a deep-seated belief unconsciously added to it.
If we focus on stopping short at bare perception before any
concepts arise to complicate it, nonself will get clearer and
clearer, since it’s the natural state of things, always there to be
seen. And the clearer our understanding of nonself, the less we’ll
suffer. Although initially the clinging to self disappears only
when we’re very mindful, those moments free of delusion give deeper
insight a chance to arise, and eventually wisdom becomes strong
enough to trigger a permanent change of outlook. But even before
that permanent change, the memory of having seen nonself
directly—even for one moment—stays with us, and most of the time we
feel much lighter than we used to.
For most of us, however,
the permanent change of outlook is a long way down the path. Even
observing bare sense-data for a few moments, if we truly do it, is
nothing to sneeze at. The Burmese meditation master Mahasi Sayadaw
wrote, “It is no easy matter to stop short at just seeing.”
Although the aim from day one in insight meditation practice is to
observe bare perception, it won’t actually happen, he says, until
mindfulness and other factors reach an intermediate
level.
We’re not going to live in
a world of nameless sensation forever. But glimpsing nonself
clearly, even for one moment, puts ordinary truth in
perspective.
In the early stages of
meditation, you’ll still perceive only named, conventional objects,
which are concepts. That’s fine. But it will help to focus on the
knowing itself––that is, on the act of hearing, touching, seeing,
and so on––rather than on the sense-impression per se. Further,
right understanding will guide your effort toward the target. If
you realize the aim is to know bare perception before the mind
names or describes the experience, you’ll eventually be able to do
it—paradoxically, though, only when you aren’t consciously trying
to. (And by the way, although I’ve been emphasizing color and
sound, in practice you’ll observe tactile sensations more often
than any others.)
As we reach the
intermediate stages of insight meditation, we begin to see that our
experience isn’t an unbroken flow but rather a series of separate
moments of consciousness that arise and die out, one at a time,
with incredible speed. The mind that sees something quickly dies,
and a different consciousness hears a sound. No self or soul
carries over from one perceptual act to the next. In truth, your
life-span is only one moment long. Buddhaghosa, the fifth-century
Indian Buddhist scholar, wrote: “The being of the present moment
has not lived, it does live just now, but it will not live in the
future.” While you’ve been reading this article, thousands of
different “beings” have arisen and died in the very chair you’re
sitting in. No wonder the Buddha called consciousness a “conjuring
trick”! (Samyutta Nikaya 22.95)
In daily life the separate
moments seem to blur together, concealing the truth that birth and
death are always occurring. This is part of the reason we buy into
the conventional picture of a lasting self. Nonself only begins to
be clear when the illusion of seamlessness disappears and we
experience the gaps in the continuity, when we actually see the
mind and its object arising and dying together from instant to
instant. Then we may discover, as Mahasi Sayadaw wrote, that “the
concept of a human form with its head, hands, and other parts is
nowhere to be found.”
We’re not going to live in
a world of nameless sensation forever. But glimpsing nonself
clearly, even for one moment, puts ordinary truth in perspective.
When the conventional picture returns, we regard it differently.
What a relief when we no longer have to take our “selves” so
seriously! We can still be responsible family members and effective
employees; but we won’t suffer as much when problems arise. The
anger, hurt, or fear that usually comes up when the boss berates
us—or a loved one betrays us or the body gets sick—will be much
weaker and shorter-lived. And when it’s absolutely clear that no
phenomenon, including consciousness, truly belongs to us, we can
realize the happiness of nibbana as Bahiya did.
Oh, I almost forgot. Last
week I read about a woman whose pet pig—named “Freedom”—accompanied
her to Seattle by plane. I guess some pigs do fly.