Kyoto, Zen and the Missing Bicycle

by Jeff Eagar, Ohmy News International, Jan 18, 2005

Time flies like and arrow, so do not waste energy on trivial matters. Be attentive. Be attentive! -- Zen Master Daito, 1337

Kyoto, Japan -- I am from Canada but I now live in Tokyo, Japan. In a megalopolis of such gargantuan proportions, time, like Master Daito said, really does fly by without recognition. Monday morning, a crammed subway on my way to work, then somehow it's Friday night and I am in an izakaya (Japanese pub), drinking sake trying to recall where the week went. This is why when I read Zen Master Daito's pertinent words I was inspired to make a move.

I had been reading a lot about Japanese Zen and Japan's old capital Kyoto. The city has long been the cultural and religious capital of Japanese Zen culture, and today it still retains an extraordinary cache of ancient temples, shrines and gardens. For these reasons it was an easy call. I would make a pilgrimage to Kyoto and get away from the mayhem and mind cluttering pace of Tokyo.

During my recent readings I had come across the term unsui. An unsui is "a monk who drifts with the clouds and flows with the water, in search of the way." I decided to dedicate my entire mind and spirit into becoming a temporary unsui. To make my pilgrimage to Kyoto even more interesting and beneficial, I figured a five-day fast couldn't hurt. After taking the next week off work, I bought a bus ticket and was on my way.

My plan was to wander from temple to shrine, teahouse to Zen garden through the back alleyways and foothills of the city savoring the beauty of Kyoto, autumn and life. There would be no email, no cellular phones, no television, no shopping, no restaurants, pubs or socializing. It was to be five days of detachment from all things meaningless, and a disciplined focus on "the path." It was a simple plan, which coincidentally is one of the main precepts of fundamental Buddhism, simplicity. Another Zen master named Ikkyu Sojun (1481) once professed, "The appreciation -- the savoring -- of beauty in all its forms is true Zen." That was my goal. I knew the stressful social reality of the urban work-a-day world would still be waiting for me when I returned.

I stepped off the night bus at 5:30 a.m. into a dark, cold Kyoto morning. My last morsel to eat had been the night before and my stomach gave a little rumble for food, to which I replied, "Quiet, you're fasting."

I wasn't in a robe and straw sandals in the traditional ways of the unsui and other monks, but I had packed as light as possible and was shouldering only a small daypack. Around 1,600 years ago the Buddhist monk Boddhidarma became famous for meditating against a rock wall in a cave for nine years, and cutting off his eyelids to keep from falling asleep during meditation. I knew my sacrifices were only small compared to the great monks but I knew every journey started with just one step.

Looking around to get my bearings I noticed printed in big bold letters on the window of the station bookshop was a quote by Master Zeng, "Everyday I examine my character in three aspects: am I disloyal in my designs for others; am I untrustworthy in my dealings with friends; have I failed to practice what have been passed on to me." The message was simple and clear, and I knew I had come to the right place. I felt unburdened and invigorated as the sky began to lighten at the edge of the horizon.

Kyoto was not what I had expected. The train and bus station was a monstrous ultra-modern complex, and the city rolled out in a glass and steel swell in front of it. It was not the ancient wood and tile roofed city that I had half expected it to be. Beauty however, is something Buddhists preach as being innate and intangible, a value which many times you must look closely to see. I nodded and took it as the first lesson of my pilgrimage. I stepped off the curb and headed out into the city to start my training.

The week went by slowly. I quickly learned that time can linger when you make the effort to live "in the moment." The days seemed fuller and time did not work against me. I leisurely walked around the city, touring the temples and shrines, taking in my surroundings not in any hurry to go anywhere specific. Unlike my usual head-down trot from A to B, this week I slowed down to focus on nothing and everything. All my senses seemed to take on a sharper quality, and because my mind was content somehow I didn't feel hungry.

The first night I checked into a ramshackle, 100-year-old guesthouse from the Meiji period. It was tucked in a small alley off the main road. I was given a sheet and pointed towards a futon on the floor of a big tatami mat (woven straw) room. It was a traditional house with paper-thin walls. All the noise and cold from the streets outside filled the room. I had packed only a few clothes so I put on everything I had and sat cross-legged on my futon reading a Buddhist text.

I was sharing the room with a surfer from California sightseeing with his Japanese girlfriend, a couple from Australia who had been sleeping in their car for a week to save money, and a Japanese student from Yokohama attending a conference on Buddhist studies. They were drinking beer in the kitchen with a few other guests. Across the street from the guesthouse sat an old Shinto shrine, painted bright orange with a thick thatched roof, and next door to it sat an antique shop selling old Japanese scrolls and trinkets. Though I was staying in a guesthouse in a thriving metropolis it still felt however, like I was on a special pilgrimage. I curled up under the blankets on my futon and went to sleep early.

The next morning I got up at 5:30 and snuck out of the guesthouse while it was still dark. I had rented a bike the night before and as dawn broke and the stars faded on the second day of my pilgrimage I peddled my way to the edge of the city towards Nanzen Temple enjoying the calm of the empty streets. My head was empty. I was thinking of nothing.

A sturdy, monstrous two-story wooden entrance gate greeted me at the foot of the temple complex, which rolled back into the colorful autumn foothills and lost itself among the trees. The bright sunrise sparkled in the dew and glistened on the dark timber temples. The current headquarters of the Rinzai school of Zen, Nanzen Temple is scattered with simple and extravagant teahouses, halls and temples all meticulously built during the Edo period. Each is surrounded with impeccably trimmed gardens. The complex was ancient and still. I wandered aimlessly around the grounds for an hour without thinking before sitting beneath a blood red Japanese maple for some Zazen; seated meditation.

Emptying your mind of all thought is not an easy task. It takes discipline and practice. Your mind is constantly filled with a continual procession of thoughts on every subject under the sun. Most are trivial and unneeded responses to certain sights, noises, smells and other stimuli. Training yourself to clear your head, block out your surroundings, and suppress the series of useless thoughts that bubble up from your unconscious is very difficult. But like everything else in life, with practice you get better and it becomes easier. And when you first begin to grasp the process of emptying your mind, of thinking of nothing, of quiet meditation the pervading calm and feeling of peace you experience makes you feel more alive and more eternal than ever before.

Leaving the temple I approached the spot where I had left my bike, only to find an empty bit of fence. I looked up and down the sidewalk, but it was bare. I stood frustrated. A moment later, realizing that my face had squashed into an angry grimace and my muscles were tense, I laughed aloud and relaxed.

I remembered the philosophy of the Zen Buddhist koan. A koan is a riddle devised by the Chinese Zen masters to stop budding Buddhist minds from wandering. They had their students meditate on a koan and channel their thoughts and feelings into a single purpose. Sometimes koans made no sense, focusing on a state of mind rather than words. They were a valuable exercise in helping students work towards enlightenment.

Standing there I recited my first koan, the riddle I would meditate on during my day's wandering: "Feet or wheel what makes a better discipline. Was the bike actually real in the first place or are my feet just a figment of my imagination."

Without a bike and with no hopes of getting my deposit back I mentally detached myself from the lost piece of metal and went on my way unconcerned. Like the sutras say, "When you meet with adversity don't be upset, because it makes no sense. Both anger and happiness are empty phenomenon's." I had passed my first test.

My second test came later that afternoon at Ryoan Temple, and it snuck up on me as quietly as the first. Ryoan Temple is legendary for it's Zen rock garden, the most famous of it's kind in the world. Created in the 15th century, the garden is simplicity itself-fifteen rocks arranged sporadically in a rectangle of raked white gravel. The designer is anonymous and the message of the garden is unknown. Some scholars believe the rocks are the peaks of mountain poking out above a bed of clouds, others say the rocks are islands floating in the sea, while other believe their layout forms the Japanese character for "life."

I sat on the viewing platform with the other visitors staring at the rock garden. People came and went. I sat. I stared. I focused on the stones as everything else around me faded. Sitting there lost in my own mind, I suddenly gained my second minor enlightenment. Nothing! The rocks and the garden meant nothing. There was no meaning. Just as Buddhist philosophy preaches that everything comes from nothing and returns to nothing, and that life is all an illusion, there was no rock garden, there was no Ryoan Temple, there wasn't even an "I." It was just another koan, a physical koan written in stones and pebbles not words. I had passed my second test of the pilgrimage.

Japan is notorious for crowds and just about everywhere you go in Japan you are surrounded. Kyoto in autumn is especially synonymous with them. They followed me everywhere I went that week. Within that nuisance however, on day three I passed the third test of my pilgrimage. The great Zen monk Hakuin's master once told him: "If you can maintain your presence of mind in a city street teeming with violent activity, in a cremation ground amid death and destruction, and in a theatre surrounded by noise and destruction, then, and only then, are you a true practitioner of Zen."

Wandering through the crowded temple grounds of Kikanku Temple, home of one of Japan's most famous sights, the stunning Golden Temple, I suddenly noticed I that had stopped dead in my tracks. I was standing still in the middle of the path staring blankly ahead. Unknowingly, I had come to a complete stop and had become totally absorbed in my own concentration and focus on nothing. Noticing the crowds having to step around me I began walking again, joining the thick stream of visitors heading towards the temple.

At that point I was finally aware of the ancient practice that I had so often read about, "Zen in action." Monks continually speak of it, that total absorption they experience when doing basic tasks such as raking leaves, polishing floors, chopping wood, or simply walking. I realized what master Hakuin Ekaku (1768) meant when he said, "Meditation in the midst of action is a billion times superior to meditation in stillness."

The week was not easy. My struggle to fight off the tempting smells wafting from soba noodle shops and the sight of fresh, red sushi calling to me from shop widows made my mind wander to grand dinners and plates piled high with delicious food. My slow exhausted plod up the smallest of inclines required me to lean against buildings or rest against trees to catch my breath, and the painful hour in the middle of night four when I awoke with a stinging pain in my stomach from hunger was as unpleasant of an evening as I can remember. "Hard training is the essence of the Buddha's and the Patriarchs," Sojun Ikkyu once said. I knew my sacrifices were all only little, but they were tests, and I was passing.

Sojun Ikkyu also once said, "Buddhas are made, not born." It's not that I wanted to become a Buddha, but more that I wanted to shake off that materialistic, false cloak of unconstructive priorities we have sown for ourselves in this modern age. Old Zen Masters like Ikkyu, Indian sages like Rama Krishna, and old poets like Keats and writers like Emerson had insights into the real essence of existence. They recognized the beauty and timelessness of nature, understood the value of simplicity, and practiced the sentiments of kindness, patience and honesty. I did not venture to Kyoto to become a Buddha, a patriarch or even a monk, but "The wisdom attained by practicing Zen in the midst of the world of desire is unshakable." A little strength, a little benevolence, a little hint of wisdom, that's what I was hoping to attain. And I had. I had tasted them without even eating.

Boarding the night bus to return to Tokyo, Japan's oppressively crowded, teeming capital of flickering neon, Louis Vutton handbags and fancy hair-do's I somehow felt more alive then ever before. I was ready to return to the world's largest megalopolis and the stressful social reality of the urban work-a-day world that I knew was waiting for me. I vowed to myself however, that it would not overshadow what I had learned in Kyoto and what I knew was most important in life. Sitting in my seat as Kyoto disappeared from view I remembered a death poem written by Ikkyu Sojun that summed up my five days in Kyoto and the culmination of my pilgrimage:

    I won't die,
    I won't go anywhere,
    But I won't be here.
    So don't ask me anything --
    For I won't answer!

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