Shabkar did not hide his grief. In fact, his autobiography gives us a
window into how he expressed it and also captures his direct advice for
anyone burning with sorrow.
Go Ahead and Weep
In his autobiography, Shabkar recounts stopping at Mount Kailash to
give advice to an assembly of people who followed him there. His speech
was a long exposition about waking up from the denial of impermanence, a
teaching typical of introductions to Vajrayana. But it also included
something not so typical: a rare lesson on the importance of crying.
Shabkar wrote:
To cry when parting from one’s guru, and
when one’s father or mother dies, is a noble thing in this world. It is
something you should wish for, not something despicable. Those who don’t
cry need not feel uneasy about the many who do; those who are crying
need not feel ashamed, since crying is quite just on this occasion.
Anyone who feels like crying should just go ahead and weep—there is
nothing wrong with it.
Shabkar’s suggestion that we should not hesitate to cry when the
occasion calls for it, and also that we shouldn’t feel guilty if we
can’t, is advice that would fit in well with modern psychology, which
reminds us again and again that there is no one right way to grieve.
Moreover, he cuts through the notion that Buddhist equanimity somehow
means being stoic or unfeeling.
Indeed, Shabkar wept for three days when he left his teacher, and
later wept more when his teacher died. He wept when he saw the tears of
his own followers. He wept when his student died. When his mother died,
his grief was infinite. Even when his tears had dried, it followed him
throughout his life.
Transferring Compassion to Others
Shabkar processed his grief about his mother through his encounters
with others who reminded him of her. This reflects the Buddhist practice
of considering all beings to have been one’s mother at one time or
another. It also reflects how Shabkar worked with his mind. The sorrow
and loss he felt fostered a raw and openhearted compassion toward
others.
On one occasion, he saw an old woman who could no longer walk lying
in a hollow, with infections that oozed from her body. Seeing that she
was starving, he begged for a month’s worth of food for her and prayed
over her, saying, “There is not a single being who has not been my
mother.” He wept upon seeing her helplessness, and when she saw his
tears, she wept as well, telling him, “I had a dear son who died. Your
coming here is like meeting him again; it’s as if he came back from
death.” And they wept together for a long time. It is a poignant scene
in which two people separated from their loved ones share a moment of
grieving and love.
Grief opens us to much tenderness and love.
A life can be like this. Sometimes, we cannot give love to the one we
wish to give it to. Maybe that person can’t receive it, or maybe they
have passed away by the time we have the love to give. Other times we
may try to give love and it falls on deaf ears. Sometimes it is not safe
to love a person directly. But grief opens us to much tenderness and
love, and we can give that love to someone else, even if it is only with
our lost one’s memory in our heart. In doing so, we can also dedicate
the merit of our altruism and compassion to the loved one we wish we
could have given it to. There is satisfaction in this.
This transference of compassion happened again when Shabkar returned
to his hometown after having been away a long time. Not only was his
mother dead, but his childhood home had fallen into ruins. There in the
wreckage he found a paralyzed homeless woman. It’s a scene that is
common in India or Nepal today: people with disfigured bodies, living in
alleyways and on corners, begging or sleeping. As Shabkar looked upon
this woman with sorrow, the image of his mother arose in his mind. Her
helplessness reminded him of his own mother’s pleas for his help and for
his return, a wish Shabkar never granted. A deep sadness welled up from
the depths of his being and he cried. When that woman saw his emotion,
she cried too.
As they wept together, Shabkar sang a song of realization. In it, he
mourned the loss of his home and his mother, and expressed sadness for
his own helplessness and that of this woman. A song about realizing
impermanence, it reveals how spiritual insight and grief go hand in
hand. After the paralyzed woman died, Shabkar erected a stupa and temple
at the site and it became a place of pilgrimage and prayer for years to
come.
In Mahayana Buddhism, the bodhisattva has compassion for the
suffering of all beings. The bodhisattva is a hero, with realization
that has given rise to such great compassion and wisdom that it is the
guiding principle of their life. In this scene, however, Shabkar is not
portrayed as a bodhisattva hero, but as a grieving son. This is another
face of compassion—compassion born not from esoteric realizations or the
crisp, keen, logic of Buddhist philosophy, but rather from loss.
However many losses we go through, there remain many people who are
suffering and need to be loved. Shabkar’s meetings with the two women
are reminders that we can find healing for ourselves and others by
continuing to love the ones we encounter.
Shabkar ends that song standing with this beggar woman, reciting a
prayer that both he and his mother would be guides to relieve the
suffering of beings in all future lives.
In Dreams
According to Buddhist philosophy, the denial of ceaseless change and
impermanence drives our neurosis and suffering. Thus the key to becoming
a buddha is recognizing impermanence as a mark of existence.
Sometimes impermanence is a radical rupture. Other times it is just
another subtle, unnoticed change, the kind that we experience thousands
of times each day. This series of changes, from day to day, season to
season, one life to the next, all add up to the liminal experience of
being that Buddhism so aptly describes. By liminal, I mean that it is
in-between-ness, ever transitioning, beyond the reach of logic and
control, beyond the bounds of the scripts of our culture and the
straightjackets of our concepts. In Vajrayana Buddhism, one of the
training grounds for integrating with this ever-changing world is in our
dreams.
Tibetan Buddhism regards dreams as a rich and fertile place where
spiritual training can continue—or where mental afflictions can be
reinforced. Dreams are sometimes a source of revelations for advanced
Buddhist masters. In Shabkar’s life, dreams were a domain of omens and
meetings with teachers in which he received instruction and prophecy. It
is also in dreams that Shabkar found assurance that his mother had
journeyed toward blissful realms in the afterlife.
One night, toward the end of his life and the peak of his profoundly
benevolent teaching career, Shabkar had a dream that he was in a
paradise with a jeweled temple and three young maidens. One of them
spoke to him and said, “Don’t you recognize me?” He realized it was his
mother with her two old friends. He recalled a memory from his childhood
watching these two ladies with his mother as they recited prayers to
Tara. Now, they had been reborn in Tara’s pure land! He saw that his
mother was happy. They spoke and she encouraged him to continue
benefiting beings. Shabkar felt great joy. He remembered that his mother
had accumulated much merit in her life and saw that it had delivered
her to a blissful realm. In contrast to the image he had in his head of
her desperately writing letters to him, he saw her now joyfully
accompanied still by her close friends. And he saw her release him. She
gave him the blessing he had so yearned for—the blessing to continue
traveling and doing his work. In the dream, Shabkar was freed from
decades of guilt and grief.
Dreams such as these may be regarded as either messages from beyond
or messages from one’s own mind. The bereaved can’t make such dreams
happen, but when they do come, we can cherish and welcome them.
Grief that Comes and Goes
Joy and sorrow are like travelers on the roadside,
suddenly come and suddenly gone. —Shabkar
It’s good to remember that grief was not Shabkar’s only experience.
On the contrary, Shabkar lived a life of great joy and service, before,
during, and after his grief. As he said in his song of realization, the
sun of love and the moon of compassion arose again and again in him. His
realization of impermanence did not leave him in despair; on the
contrary, it was further training and insight confirming the teachings
he had received. Although dreamlike and not to be reified, Shabkar saw
reality as something to be enjoyed. He could dance with joy at the
vivid, brilliant, immaculate clarity of awareness.
Grief is not necessarily the harbinger of a life of darkness that we
sometimes fear it will be. For Shabkar, grief was part of his path to
becoming true, openhearted, and free. And in the end, Shabkar’s grief
was as impermanent as that which he grieved.
1] This and subsequent quotations by Shabkar are from The Life of Shabkar: The autobiography of a Tibetan Yogin, translated by Matthieu Ricard (Snow Lion, 2001).
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Gustavo Santaolalla
