This sculpture of the historical Buddha shows him with characteristic lotus wheel marks on his hands and feet, wearing monastic dress, and performing the gesture of touching the earth, a reference to his enlightenment. Artistic centers developed in a number of kingdoms along the Himalayan range, including the Khasa Malla kingdom of northwestern Nepal, to which this fine image of the Buddha can be attributed. The sculpture is sturdy and has a proportionally large head with a low forehead and broad shoulders. Characteristic of the Khasa Malla period are the beak-like nose and the downcast eyes widening at the sides. The details of his monastic robe, the ornamented hem across the chest and the tail end on the shoulder, are quite stylized. He wears upturned earrings inlaid with turquoise, an unusual feature of the Khasa Malla aesthetic.

This sculpture of the historical Buddha shows him with characteristic lotus wheel marks on his hands and feet, wearing monastic dress, and performing the gesture of touching the earth, a reference to his enlightenment.
Artistic centers developed in a number of kingdoms along the Himalayan range, including the Khasa Malla kingdom of northwestern Nepal, to which this fine image of the Buddha can be attributed. The sculpture is sturdy and has a proportionally large head with a low forehead and broad shoulders. Characteristic of the Khasa Malla period are the beak-like nose and the downcast eyes widening at the sides. The details of his monastic robe, the ornamented hem across the chest and the tail end on the shoulder, are quite stylized. He wears upturned earrings inlaid with turquoise, an unusual feature of the Khasa Malla aesthetic.

 

“If we could surrender to Earth’s intelligence, we would rise up rooted, like trees.”

Rainer Maria Rilke

One day recently I woke up with no voice, just a breathy whisper. This is challenging under ordinary circumstances but on this particular day it felt like catastrophe. I was scheduled to teach a Dharma talk on Nāgārjuna’s Sixty Verses of Reason in front of my dear Teacher, His Holiness the Dalai Lama in India. It was to be my final exam as an Elder nun and first in line as a female Lama under His Holiness. Still under the covers I tried talking. Nothing, just air rushing out, no matter how hard I pushed to make my vocal chords work.

Terrible images flashed before my eyes; Geshes, Lamas and all my dear Teachers looking at me with dismay and incomprehension. Fear has a mind of its own. I am shy under the best of circumstances. Preparing for public speaking can feel like suiting up for battle. But in recent years, my voice tires after long teachings or retreats. On good days this can give my voice an interesting, husky quality.

People have actually asked how long it took me to develop this gravelly, smoky voice, finding it soothing for meditation, maybe picturing lots of whisky and cigarettes. Yet on bad days, after a weeks long retreat of teaching and talking with students, the voice is breathy. It is as if you are in one of those movies where you can see and hear people but they can’t see or hear you, as if you are a ghost or a captive whose shouts can’t be heard. In a culture in which words are everything, to be voiceless is also to be invisible. I also felt strangely defenseless.

When most of us think of determination, we think first of imposing our will on the world, insisting on a particular outcome, our vision. Yet real determination appears when we keep going, surrendering what the ego wants, which is always to look good, to sound good, to win. Real perseverance is willingness, not will. Really determined people are willing to give up what the ego wants and to go on, no matter what is going on around them. Persevering does not mean being rigid and fixed, but flowing like water, willing to meet the conditions at hand yet never giving up.

I stepped out of my living quarters for the 10 minute walk up the craggy path to His Holiness’ temple and headed for a true unknown. Naturally, at times I was gripped with uncertainty. In those moments, I discovered how fear narrows the focus. When I shifted my attention away from my thoughts and projections about others to my own experience in the moment, my tunnel vision broadened and softened. My view became more generous. By myself on that craggy path, practicing without witnesses, I experienced how giving space and acceptance to my fear brought courage and grounded me.

Things happen all the time in this world that can make you feel as if the ground is giving way beneath your feet. Things that you think are solid and unchanging are not. The body that seemed so reliable, the relationship you thought would last for life, the narrative about your life you took to be reality, everything is subject to change. What can we trust in such a world? It turns out we can trust our deeper wish to wake up and see just this. It turns out that under the ego there is an earthier essence that wishes to be part of a larger world. Touching this earth allows us to open and be more aware.

At the His Holiness’ temple and living quarters (formally titled: Thekchen Chöling) I was met by pure kindness. A dear brother monk fetched me a cup of tea. Another provided a powerful hand microphone. After prostrations and my offering to His Holiness, I mounted the steps to the stage and took my seat as a Teacher, focusing on my actual moment by moment experience, not my thoughts. I accepted the fearful images that flitted through, nothing coming out of my mouth…..Anne Boleyn treading softly to her execution, whispering prayers as the blade came down.  I once heard that generosity is best practiced in private. Determined to show up and give what I could, I became generous with my own experience, not identifying with my fears but embracing them as I might a child or my dog. I discovered the courage of being with what was happening without fighting or freezing or running away.

I encouraged the His Holiness, the Lamas and Geshes surrounding me to use my breathy voice to listen as if the speaker was on her deathbed and about to impart the secret of life. The secret wasn’t in me but in the listening. The more closely we listen, the more we hear, especially the wordless aspiration and knowing in ourselves. Afterwards, His Holiness assured me they could hear me very clearly. Partly, this was the sound system. But it was also because of the way they listened. More than one Lama told me they were more touched by my willingness to show up than by anything I might have said about determination under other circumstances. “Monks can be very lazy so this would have been a perfect excuse to lounge in for the day!” a dear brother monk laughed.

In the great myth of the Buddha’s journey, there comes a point when he is completely overwhelmed. As he sits meditating under the Bodhi tree, the devil Mara sends temptations to distract him from the wish of his deepest essence. Mara flashes images of the Buddha as a great leader, as a huge success in business with mountains of money, surrounded by beautiful women. He shows the Buddha that he can make India great again if he would just give up his quest to awaken, and get up and do something. The Buddha will not move.

When temptation doesn’t work, Mara tries fear, conjuring visions of terrible armies howling for his blood. These armies are external and also internal, legions of anxieties and fears. But the Buddha does not flinch. Slowly, he reaches down and touches the earth. The classical explanation is that he is asking the Earth itself to bear witness to his many life times of effort. Not his blinding brilliance or his unique talent, mind you, but his effort, his perseverance, his willingness to show up no matter what. His willingness to fail and fail again. “Ever tried. Ever failed,” writes Beckett. “No matter. Try again. Fail again. Fail better.” The Buddha understood what the Christian author G.K. Chesterton meant when he wrote, “Everything worth doing is worth doing badly.“

Touching the Earth symbolizes humility, coming down out of our thoughts, out of the busy hive of ego, to join the rest of life. The Latin word humus, the rich living earth, is related to the word humility. When difficulty arises, it creates a clearing in the deadening trance of habit. We remember that what really matters is not the list of worries and desires we spend so much time thinking about every day. What matters is much more essential. Being alive, for example. Taking part in life, having a chance to give and receive in the most elemental ways, taking in the beauty of the world and giving back where we can.

At moments when the ground gives way beneath our feet, it’s good to remember the power of touching the earth, descending from our racing thoughts and fears to an awareness of the present moment. When words fail, we can sometimes discover a new voice and a new kind of determination. We can rise up rooted, like trees.