Above me broods
A world of mysteries and magnitudes
I see, I hear,
More than what strikes the eye or meets the ear.

Within me sleep
Potencies deep, unfathomably deep,
Which, when awake,
The bonds of life, death, time, and space will break.

Infinity
Above me like the blue sky do I see
Below, in me,
Lies the reflection of infinity.

1947

from Ariyapariyesanā Sutta

Suppose that, being myself subject to birth, ageing, sickness, death, sorrow, and defilement, having understood the danger in what is subject to birth, ageing, sickness, death, sorrow, and defilement, I seek the unborn, unageing, unailing, deathless, sorrowless, and undefiled supreme security from bondage, Nibbāna.

And while this discourse was being spoken, there arose in the Venerable Kondañña the dust-free, stainless vision of the Dhamma: “Whatever is subject to origination is all subject to cessation.”

from In The Sign of the Golden Wheel – SCWOR Vol 22 page 374 

By this time I had developed considerable confidence in the Rimpoche, and I therefore asked him to tell me who my yidam or tutelary deity was. Though unable to accept Dr Mehta’s ‘guidance’ on his (or its) own terms, I had taken very much to heart his insistence that in the spiritual life the best and most reliable guidance was that which came from beyond one’s ego. For me it could not come from God, but perhaps it could come from one or other of those transcendental beings who according to the Buddhism of Tibet (as of that of China and Japan) were the different, infinitely various, aspects of the Buddha’s sambhogakaya or ‘body of glory’ – the supra historical ‘body’ in which he communed with advanced bodhisattvas and they with him. Chattrul Rimpoche showed no surprise at my request. In fact he seemed rather pleased, and after a moment of inner recollection told me that my yidam was Dolma Jungo or Green Tārā, the ‘female’ bodhisattva of fearlessness and spontaneous helpfulness, adding that Tārā had been the tutelary deity of many of the great pandits of India and Tibet. In other words, I had an affinity with Green Tārā, in the sense that she was the transcendental counterpart of my own mundane nature and that I could, therefore, more readily come to a deeper understanding of myself through devotion to her. Having told me my yidam, the Rimpoche proceeded to bestow the appropriate initiation. First he gave me the ten-syllabled mantra, which he pronounced very forcibly in the Tibetan manner, after which he explained the sādhana or spiritual practice that would enable me to visualize Green Tārā and call down her blessings on myself and all sentient beings. The latter he did at some length, so that it was mid-afternoon when I finally bade him a grateful farewell, having spent more than four hours in his company. My mood was one of considerable elation.

from Kalyana Mitra Yoga

“I entreat you, O Buddha Shakyamuni, revealer of the Dharma,

and you, great Gurus of the Past and Present, who are a source of inspiration,

and you, Urgyen Sangharakshita, who have given me the gift of the Dharma,

please witness my Going for Refuge to the Buddha, Dharma and Sangha,

and grant me your blessings.”

from The Ten Pillars

Just as killing represents the absolute negation of another person’s being, ‘love’ as we must perforce call it represents its absolute affirmation. As such it is not erotic love, or parental love, or even friendly love. If it is love at all, it is a cherishing, protecting, maturing love which has the same kind of effect on the spiritual being of others as the light and heat of the sun have on their physical being.

FOUR GIFTS

I come to you with four gifts.
The first gift is a lotus-flower.
Do you understand?

My second gift is a golden net.
Can you recognize it?

My third gift is a shepherds’ round-dance.
Do your feet know how to dance?

My fourth gift is a garden planted in a wilderness.
Could you work there?

I come to you with four gifts.
Dare you accept them?

1975

THE GREAT READER

Always a great reader
In bed,
Ever since I was a boy
I sat up late, hunched
Among the pillows, leaning
On my elbow in yellow light
Reading
Poetry romance philosophy magic.
Now
Decades later
Night after night, I read
The Book of You, turning
Page after illuminated
Page, dazzled
By the gold, lost
Among red and blue traceries,
Interlacing leaves
Flowers
Tendrils, vines,
Unicorns rampant, dragons, pink
And blue carpet-pages, gardens,
Fountains, faces, all the while
Desperately
Seeking to spell out the subtleties
Of a smile, the meaning
Of your life for mine
Maybe.

1970

Chapter 8 – Doctrinal Formulae Sangharakshita Complete Works – volume 2: ‘The Three Jewels I’  p. 59

Spirit and letter are interdependent. Divorced from the living spirit of the Master’s teaching, the letter of the Dharma, however faithfully transmitted, is dead, a thing of idle words and empty concepts: separated from its concrete embodiment in the letter, the spirit of the Dharma, however exalted, lacking a medium of communication is rendered inoperative. In writing about Buddhism one should therefore be careful to pay equal attention to both aspects. The ideal account would in fact show spiritual experiences crystallizing into concrete doctrinal and disciplinary forms and these resolving themselves back into spiritual experiences. Full justice would then be done both to the letter and to the spirit of the tradition. 

From The Life & Liberation of Padmasambhava

The bhikșuni spoke:

“You understand in your request for power that all the gods are gathered in my heart.”

She then changed Dorje Drolod into the syllable HUM
and swallowed him, thus conferring blessings upon him.

Outwardly his body became like that of the Buddha Amitabha,
and he obtained the powers of the Knowledge Bearer of Life.

From the blessings of being within her body,
inwardly his body became that of Avalokitesvara,
and he obtained the powers of the meditation of the Great Seal.

He was then, with blessings, ejected through her secret lotus,
and his body, speech, and mind were thus purified from mental defilements.

Secretly his body became that of Hayagriva, Being of Power,
and he obtained the power of binding the highest gods and genies.

excerpt from chapter 25 – A Secret Life
Sangharakshita Complete Works Vol 23 pages181-3

A biography or an autobiography – even a set of memoirs – can deal with the particular human being who happens to be its subject in a variety of ways. It can skate more or less lightly over the surface of his life, describing circumstances and chronicling outward events, or it can seek to penetrate beneath the surface and to explore in greater or less depth attitudes and motivations that are not immediately apparent and which may even have been concealed. It can also do both, either balancing narrative and psychological analysis or giving more weight to one or other of them in accordance with the inclinations of the author and the kind of life his subject has led.

Tibetan Buddhists have long recognized that inasmuch as a human life is lived on a variety of levels a biography should take account of all of them. The biography of a saint or a great teacher is therefore often divided into three parts, one giving his outer, one his inner, and one his secret
biography. The outer biography covers such matters as the saint’s birth, parentage, secular education, doctrinal studies, monastic ordination, and travels, while its inner and secret counterparts deal, respectively, with his spiritual practices and his transcendental attainments and realizations. It thus is a multi-layered work, reflecting in its highly organized formal structure the storeyed complexity of the saint’s or great teacher’s experience as he lived his life.

Though the ordinary person’s experience will be much less comprehensive in range, it is similarly stratified. Besides the outer world of work and play, there is the inner world of more or less conscious thought and emotion, great as the extent to which thought and emotion are bound up with external objects and events may be. There is also the world of dreams, recollections of which sometimes mingle with the stream of waking consciousness only, more often than not, to be quickly forgotten.

In my own case I have always been aware that I lived on different levels. Though neither a saint nor a great teacher, I too had an outer, an inner, and a secret life (secret in the Tibetan Buddhist sense) and had, therefore, in principle, not only an outer and an inner biography but a secret one as well. When I came to write the first volume of my memoirs, on which I started – rather light-heartedly – in 1959, there however was no question of my structuring them in accordance with the time-honoured Tibetan model, about which, in any case, I may not have known at the time. My life was far too complex to be divided up in any such way, besides which there were levels on which I dwelt only intermittently, so that no connected account of them was possible. Indeed it is doubtful whether it ever is possible for all the experiences of a person’s lifetime to be included in a single narrative line, greatly though such inclusiveness may be desired, and doubtful, therefore, whether any biography can really be considered complete.

In my memoirs I had a good deal to say about my outer life, rather less about my inner life, and very little about my secret life (again in the Tibetan Buddhist sense), so that the three divisions of traditional Tibetan biography were by no means equally represented. This was due partly to the fact that I happened to have a strong visual memory and enjoyed describing the scenes through which I had passed and the people I had met (I was definitely one of those for whom ‘the visible world exists’),  and partly to the fact that, especially when working on my second and third volumes of memoirs, I could rely on reports of my activities that had appeared, over the years, in the pages of the Maha Bodhi, as well as on old letters, odd diary leaves, and my published writings on Buddhism. For my secret life there was no comparable record, save for a handful of poems of a more personal nature and the occasional cryptic reference in notebook or diary.

A reference of this kind occurs at the beginning of the entry I made in my diary for Monday 6 December 1965 – the second day of my visit to Glasgow. It reads, ‘Slept very little. Feverish most of the night. Mental state very clear. Extraordinary experience of Transcendental, such as have not had since leaving Kalimpong. Terry had experience of intensely heightened state of awareness.’ That is all. The entry goes on to speak of the arrival of tea (presumably brought by one of the guest house staff), breakfast, and the coming of Mr Pyle to settle our programme for the day.

Perhaps the most remarkable feature of this ‘experience of the Transcendental’, as of similar experiences of mine in the past, was its complete and utter discontinuity with any of my immediately preceding experiences. True, I had been speaking, only a few hours earlier, about the Buddha’s Vision of Reality, and about how that vision found expression, for purposes of communication, in the principle of universal conditionality, but even though I had felt very much in tune with my subject, as I usually did on such occasions, this fact alone did not suffice to account for the abrupt appearance, or descent, of an experience of such a totally different order. It was as though I was living, on another level, a secret life that normally had no point of direct contact with my outer or even with my inner life, and that by the time of my visit to Glasgow this secret life had reached a point where its accumulated energy, no longer able to confine itself to its own level, so to speak, had suddenly burst through into the two lower levels. The
sleeplessness, the feverishness, and the greatly enhanced mental clarity that accompanied the experience of the Transcendental were, as I well knew, all symptoms of that bursting through,
and as such they could be seen as the infinitely remote repercussions of that experience in my physical and mental being.

It was great simply to come together as Chairs from all over the world and have mutual support in the discussion groups while at the same time learning some very practical and helpful skills from others who have so much more experience, skills that I could immediately put to use.

The course was in my view just what was needed. We heard well prepared talks about different topics the chairs of centres are working with. Then we had a chance to meet as a chapter with four or five other chairs around the world, and to guide the conversation we had well thought through questions. This is really what I as a chair need, and sounds like others as well, so it would be good to have some sort of continuation to this, there are lots of topics chairs need to know.
Thank you Jnanadhara!

This has been an excellent course and one that has come at an ideal time for me as I have taken on the Chair role. Jnanadhara covered a lot of important and helpful ground around what it means to be a Chair and some of the challenges and pitfalls to navigate. I’m coming away with a clearer sense of what my role is and how I might face challenges as they arise.

I found the online chairs course with Jnanadhara very inspiring and useful for me as a chair. I got useful tips for preparing and chairing meetings and inspiration to see the spiritual practice in being a chair.  I very much enjoyed meeting up with other chairs too and sharing our experiences. It was inspiring hearing Jnanadhara share his personal experience as chair.