This photo of Patacara is taken in Thailand at Songdhammakalyani Monastery where 12 statues are placed of the foremost Theri (elder nuns) from the time of the Buddha.
The next photo is from the same monastery of clay sculptures of the Theri by Venerable Dhammananda.
The last photo shows Rev. Dhammananda and the sisters of the monastary meditating under a Medicine Buddha.
Last night I delivered a speech about Patacara to the 2012 graduating class of Transpersonal Counseling Psychology at Naropa University. I learned several members of the class would sing Bridge Over Troubled Waters by Paul Simon right before my talk. Those students inspired the beginning of my speech:
Our job as transpersonal psychotherapists is to be that bridge over troubled waters and to help others to learn to ease their minds. Our job is also to inspire the depths that are possible below those troubled waters, where the peace of our greatest nature resides.
In an ancient Chinese text, the TaoTe Ching, an old sage expressed it this way:
Some say my teachings are nonsense.
Others call them lofty yet impractical
But for those who have looked inside themselves,
This nonsense makes perfect sense.
And to those who have put it into practice,
this loftiness has roots that go deep.
I have just three things to teach:
simplicity, patience and compassion.
These three are your greatest treasures.
Simple in actions and thoughts,
you return to the source of being.
Patient with both friends and enemies,
You accord with the way things are.
Compassionate towards yourself,
you reconcile all beings in the world.***
Simple in our thinking as we start to drop some of our mind chatter and insecurities. Instead of our ranting or babbling with others, simply saying, “I’m sad or angry and I need support” or “I hear how much pain you are in.”
Patient towards all parts of ourselves, towards the differences of others and what we don’t understand.
Compassionate. Trusting compassion is our basic nature. When we look within and put compassion into practice our world is righted and we see a human being where we once saw a wrong.
I’d like to share a story on this day before Mother’s day about a mother who lost everything, went mad and then found a bridge over troubled waters.
Her name is Patacara and she lived some 2500 years ago in ancient India. She was making the traditional trip home to her parents to birth her second child.
The baby came midway on the journey and while her husband struggled to make a shelter in a storm he was bit by a poisonous snake and died.
Continuing her journey both her sons died as she attempted to cross a river.
When she came to the town of her family she discovered her parents and brother died when their house collapsed in a fire. The ashes were still smoldering.
Mad with grief she wandered about walking in circles and tearing at her cloths. As a ragged and now homeless person people threw trash at her.
One day she entered a grove where the Buddha was teaching and the audience attempted to keep her away. Nevertheless the Buddha approached her and said “Sister, recover your presence of mind.”
Her mind became clear at that moment and after hearing his words of wisdom she asked to be ordained. On the spot he left the audience and took her to a community of nuns where she was accepted.
Here is a poem by Patacara of her later enlightenment in a moving translation by Anne Waldmen, one of the founders of our Writing and Poetics program:
Young Brahmins plough fields,
nourish their wives and children,
Why can’t I find peace?
comply with the teacher
not lazy or puffed up
One day washing my feet
I watched the water as it
trickled down the slope
I fixed my mind
the way you’d
train a thoroughbred horse
Later, taking my lamp
I enter my cell
sit on my bed and
watch the flame
I extinguish the wick
with a needle
The release of my mind
is like the quenching of the lamp
O the nirvana of the little lamp!
Patacara expresses frustration in this verse yet describes how she returns to a simple practice with patience. No longer tearing her cloths to shreds or the facets of her mind she finds the compassion that has no boundaries.
The moment the lamp is extinguished so is her final suffering. Her peace is the bliss of nirvana.
Patacara went on to become a great teacher and many expressed their appreciation her for being their own bridge over troubled waters.
We have a lot to celebrate today. You’ve followed your own emotional, mental and spiritual path of development these past 3 or 4 years.
You’ve shared what you’ve learned of simplicity, patience and compassion with your clients in internship. You bring your presence of mind to your work and invite others onto the same path. This is the transpersonal path.
Now you are about to make your own journey as healers into the world. I speak for all the staff and faculty of Naropa University in wishing you many, many blessings on your journey.
***translation by Stephen Mitchell
All photos by Deborah Bowman
For more photos and inspirational words go to www.thefemalebuddha.com
For the 2008 Naropa University graduation speech go to www.luminousbuddha.com