Break open a cherry tree and there are no flowers,
But the spring breeze brings forth myriad blossoms.
~ Ikkyu Sojun
They say that the fruits of Buddhist practice are the awakening of wisdom and compassion. As we grow in our practice, we first notice, then nurture, the blooming of these precious flowers in ourselves and others.
Lately, I’ve been thinking about how this manifests in our society, especially our attitude to the suffering we inflict on women, other races and religions, gays and lesbians, the disabled, the addicted and mentally ill, and also other species. There is a pattern that seems to repeat as we strive with each of these issues.
Schopenhauer said that every new truth goes through three stages: First, it is ridiculed. Second, it is violently opposed. Third, it is accepted as being self-evident.
It’s easy to imagine the mustachioed chauvinists in the men’s clubs of the last century smirking about the ridiculous notion that women should have equal rights. As the women’s liberation movement gained momentum, their casual dismissiveness escalated to righteous indignation and then to frightened fury.
First, the law was changed, making a woman no longer a man’s property, then women were permitted to own property, then vote, then hold office. Today it’s a no-brainer that our sisters are equal to us in every way. Sadly, it’s not yet so self-evident to our brothers in all parts of the world. Or for that matter at home, where you still hear us say “the wife” and “the little lady”.
The same pattern repeated with the abolition of slavery, then segregation, then racial prejudice – at least in the eyes of the law.
It’s heartening that many things we considered to be ‘politically correct’, such as gender-neutral language, are now just plain ‘correct’. In hindsight, the whole political correctness issue seems like an awkward adolescent phase we were going through.
I feel a twinge of sadness when we slip a notch or two, as with the introduction of things like live crab vending machines and (*sigh*) meat-eating furniture…
Recently, on the animal liberation front, we seem to be at Shopenhauer’s second stage with several states proposing laws to make it illegal to take or publish pictures of the mistreatment of animals in factory farms and slaughterhouses. To wit: [a] person who photographs, video records, or otherwise produces images or pictorial records, digital or otherwise, at or of a farm or other property where legitimate agriculture operations are being conducted without the written consent of the owner, or an authorized representative of the owner, commits a felony of the first degree.
On the cheerier side, it’s a joy to read about our steps forward, as last year when Catalonia became the first region in Spain to ban bullfighting, and when Illinois abolished the death penalty earlier this month.
Reminders of evolving compassion are everywhere. The photo is a Vancouver bus that accommodates motorized wheelchairs.
I think the internet and the social media networks are playing a major role in accelerating the flowering of compassion. We can participate by forging links, one person at a time, by taking every opportunity to share and be kind, and above all, by remaining diligent in our daily practice, for without that, it’s all just words.
Who is asking this question?
What wants to know?
An ancient tree blooms
What wants to know?
An ancient tree blooms
