Friday, May 1, 2026

The Very Short Sutra on the Meeting of the Buddha and the Goddess

 


by Rick Fields

Thus I have made up:
Once the Buddha was walking along the 
forest path in the Oak Grove at Ojai, walking without 
arriving anywhere
or having any thought of arriving or not arriving

and lotuses shining with morning dew
miraculously appeared under every step
soft as silk beneath the toes of the Buddha

When suddenly, out of the turquoise sky,
dancing in front of his half-shut inward-looking 
eyes, shimmering like a rainbow
or a spider's web
transparent as the dew on a lotus flower,

--the Goddess appeared quivering
like a hummingbird in the air before him

She, for she was surely a she
as the Buddha could clearly see
with his eye of discriminating awareness wisdom,

was mostly red in color
though when the light shifted
she flashed like a rainbow.

She was naked except 
for the usual flower ornaments
Goddesses wear

Her long hair
was deep blue, her two eyes fathomless pits of space
and her third eye a bloodshot
ring of fire

The Buddha folded his hands together
and greeted the Goddess thus:

"O Goddess, why are you blocking my path.
Before I saw you I was happily going nowhere.
Now I'm not sure where to go."

"You can go around me,"
said the Goddess, twirling on her heels like a bird
darting away,
but just a little way away,
"or you can come after me.
This is my forest too,
you can't pretend I'm not here."

With that the Buddha sat
supple as a snake
solid as a rock
beneath a Bo tree
that sprang full-leaved
to shade him.

"Perhaps we should have a chat,"
he said.
"After years of arduous practice
at the time of the morning star
I penetrated reality, and now..."

"Not so fast, Buddha.
I am reality.

The Earth stood still,
the oceans paused,

the wind itself listened
--a thousand arhats, bodhisattvas, and dakinis
magically appeared to hear
what would happen in the conversation.

"I know I take my life in my hands."
said the Buddha.
"But I am known as the Fearless One
--so here goes."

And he and the Goddess
without further words
exchanged glances.

Light rays like sunbeams
shot forth
so bright that even
Sariputra, the All-Seeing One,
had to turn away.

And then they exchanged thoughts
and the illumination was as bright as a diamond candle.

And then they exchanged mind
And there was a great silence as vast as the universe
that contains everything

And then they exchanged bodies

And clothes

And the Buddha arose
as the Goddess
and the Goddess
arose as the Buddha 

and so on back and forth
for a thousand hundred thousand kalpas.

If you meet the Buddha
you meet the Goddess.
If you meet the Goddess
you meet the Buddha.

Not only that. This:
The Buddha is the Goddess,
the Goddess is the Buddha.

And not only that. This:
The Buddha is emptiness
the Goddess is bliss,
the Goddess is emptiness
the Buddha is bliss.

And that is what
and what-not you are
It's true.

So here comes the mantra of the Goddess and the Buddha, the unsurpassed dual-mantra. Just to say this mantra, just to hear this mantra once, just to hear one word of this mantra once makes everything the way it truly is: OK.

So here it is:
Earth-walker/sky-walker
Hey, silent one, Hey, great talker
Not two/Not one
Not separate/Not apart
This is the heart
Bliss is emptiness
Emptiness is bliss
Be your breath, Ah 
Smile, Hey
And relax, Ho
And remember this: You can't miss

We dedicate any merit that might come from reciting, posting, and spreading this sutra to Bonnie Johnson, who now bridges the worlds of both the seen and unseen. In your presence, Bonnie, we were so aware of who we were that we saw the possibility of being so much more--extending love's embrace. You showed us the way of Jesus through your kindness, gentleness, the care with which you treated us, all your friends, family, doctors, caregivers, yes, even the care with which you treated your disease. May your teaching go on and on throughout all the worlds to come. May you be with the saints forever.


Smokey the Bear Sutra

 Originally posted May 5th, 2010, but reposted now because the work is far from done.


Please join me in chanting the Smokey the Bear Sutra for all those working for a green earth! Use any tune you like, or none at all. Sing in the shower, on the street, in a coffee house, or in your room. In my own practice, I visualize Mary, Star of the Sea, standing at Smokey's side, offering guidance and protection. This is not obligatory. But it is obligatory that you find your own way to join this work.

By reciting this sutra (and matching my actions with its words), its merit:

It will help save the planet Earth from a total oil slick.
Will enter the age of harmony between man and nature.
Will win the tender love and caresses of men, women,
and beasts.
Will always have ripened blackberries to eat and a
sunny spot under a pine tree to sit at.

After we chat and pray, let’s not kid ourselves into thinking that we have fulfilled our obligation. Take Action!

















SMOKEY THE BEAR SUTRA
by Gary Snyder

A handsome, smoky-colored brown bear standing on his hind legs, showing that he is aroused and watchful.

Bearing in his right paw the Shovel that digs to the truth beneath appearances; cuts the roots of useless attachments, and flings damp sand on the fires of greed and war;

His left paw in the mudra of Comradely Display--indicating that all creatures have the full right to live to their limits and that of deer, rabbits, chipmunks, snakes, dandelions, and lizards all grow in the realm of the Dharma;

Wearing the blue work overalls symbolic of slaves and laborers, the countless men oppressed by a civilization that claims to save but often destroys;

Wearing the broad-brimmed hat of the west, symbolic of the forces that guard the wilderness, which is the Natural State of the Dharma and the true path of man on Earth:

all true paths lead through mountains--

With a halo of smoke and flame behind, the forest fires of the kali-yuga, fires caused by the stupidity of those who think things can be gained and lost whereas in truth all is contained vast and free in the Blue Sky and Green Earth of One Mind;

Round-bellied to show his kind nature and that the great earth has food enough for everyone who loves her and trusts her;

Trampling underfoot wasteful freeways and needless suburbs, smashing the worms of capitalism and totalitarianism;

Indicating the task: his followers, becoming free of cars, houses, canned foods, universities, and shoes, master the Three Mysteries of their own Body, Speech, and Mind; and fearlessly chop down the rotten trees and prune out the sick limbs of this country America and then burn the leftover trash.

Wrathful but Calm. Austere but Comic. Smokey the Bear will Illuminate those who would help him; but for those who would hinder or slander him...
HE WILL PUT THEM OUT.

Thus his great Mantra:
Namah samanta vajranam chanda maharoshana Sphataya hum traka ham mam
"I DEDICATE MYSELF TO THE UNIVERSAL DIAMOND MAY THIS RAGING FURY BE DESTROYED"

And he will protect those who love the woods and rivers, Gods and animals, hobos and madmen, prisoners and sick people, musicians, playful women, and hopeful children:

And if anyone is threatened by advertising, air pollution, television, or the police, they should chant SMOKEY THE BEAR'S WAR SPELL:
DROWN THEIR BUTTS
CRUSH THEIR BUTTS
DROWN THEIR BUTTS
CRUSH THEIR BUTTS
And SMOKEY THE BEAR will surely appear to put the enemy out with his vajra-shovel.

Now those who recite this Sutra and then try to put it in practice will accumulate merit as countless as the sands of Arizona and Nevada.

Will help save the planet Earth from total oil slick.

Will enter the age of harmony of man and nature.

Will win the tender love and caresses of men, women, and beasts.

Will always have ripened blackberries to eat and a sunny spot under a pine tree to sit at.

AND IN THE END WILL WIN HIGHEST PERFECT ENLIGHTENMENT
...thus we have heard...

(*may be reproduced free forever)


*And this have I done!

Sunday, April 19, 2026

L'incendie de la cathédrale Notre-Dame de Paris : un retour à la foi

Il y a sept ans cette semaine, un moment que je n'oublierai jamais. Le lundi 15 avril 2019 à 18h18, des flammes ont jailli de la toiture de la cathédrale Notre-Dame de Paris et, au cours des heures suivantes, la forêt datant des XIIe et XIIIe siècles a été ravagée.

J'ai suivi avec une grande minutie la reconstruction de ce lieu sacré. Cela a changé ma vie.

Plaidoyer pour un christianisme spirituel

J'ai écrit ceci le 25 décembre 2022.

Je cherchais une réponse à ma question: rester chrétien, ou peut-être simplement m’identifier à l’Église de mes parents, sans pour autant accepter tous les excès doctrinaux et l’insistance sur l’adhésion. Je me disais que si je prenais du recul par rapport à mon esprit hypercritique, si je me détendais et observais simplement la situation, un argument convaincant pourrait se présenter. J’aime la musique et l’art de l’Église. Ils sont une véritable source de nourriture spirituelle. Peut-être pourrais-je pleinement embrasser une forme d’agnosticisme spirituel.

Le 15 avril 2019, alors que je regardais en direct les images de l'incendie catastrophique qui a failli détruire la magnifique cathédrale Notre-Dame, j'avoue avoir pleuré. Je suis francophile; j'aime Paris; quand j'étais étudiante dans le nord de la France, j'ai visité la cathédrale à de nombreuses reprises. Voir le feu embraser tout le transept m'a anéantie. Cela m'a profondément touchée, au-delà du chagrin et du choc.

Puis, je me suis souvenu d'une autre catastrophe. Voir les tours jumelles de Manhattan brûler et s'effondrer, les pertes humaines et cette destruction gratuite et extrême étaient horribles. J'étais moi aussi dévasté, mais différemment. C'était un attentat terroriste. J'éprouvais un mélange d'horreur et de peur.

Les tours jumelles et Notre-Dame étaient des symboles emblématiques des grandes villes. La construction des tours jumelles a débuté le 6 août 1966 et elles se sont effondrées lors des attentats terroristes du 11 septembre 2001. Le pape Alexandre III a posé la première pierre de la cathédrale Notre-Dame en 1163. Sa construction a duré des siècles; la dernière grande restauration a été entreprise par Viollet-le-Duc au milieu du XIXe siècle.

J'ai suivi les travaux de remplacement et de rénovation des tours jumelles et de Notre-Dame. Le processus de conception de la reconstruction à New York a, comme on pouvait s'y attendre, suscité de vives controverses. Experts et promoteurs immobiliers ont été sollicités. Des débats ont eu lieu sur la conception, la reconfiguration du site, l'intégration d'activités commerciales, les liaisons de transport et le souvenir des victimes. Bien qu'il s'agisse toujours du World Trade Center, il serait différent. Le processus était typiquement américain et, du moins en apparence, se voulait démocratique. En France, le débat portait sur l'opportunité d'autoriser des modifications lors de la rénovation. Au départ, certains ont suggéré un nouveau design pour la flèche, une innovation moderne lors de sa reconstruction au milieu du XIXe siècle. Rapidement, le Sénat français a adopté une loi exigeant que la reconstruction soit fidèle à son "dernier état visuel connu ". Ils reconstruiraient la flèche exactement comme elle était, au millimètre près, en utilisant les matériaux et les techniques de construction spécifiés par Eugène-Emmanuel Viollet-le-Duc, les seuls aménagements étant des améliorations pour la technologie moderne, l'électricité et la sécurité du bâtiment, ainsi que de nouveaux plans pour la place devant la cathédrale, le parking souterrain et les bâtiments adjacents sur l'Île de France.

Les Tours Jumelles et Notre-Dame ont toutes deux pris feu et se sont effondrées en l'espace de quelques heures, l'une entièrement détruite et une grande partie de l'autre. C'est là leur seule véritable similitude. À New York, un nombre considérable de personnes ont péri. À Paris, il n'y a eu aucune mort. L'une a été causée par un attentat terroriste, l'autre par un accident ou par négligence. L'une était un bâtiment commercial, l'autre un lieu sacré. J'ai été profondément bouleversé par ces deux tragédies. Je les ai vues se dérouler en direct à la télévision. Bien que j'hésite à interpréter mes réactions émotionnelles face à une catastrophe comme un chemin vers la foi, l'analyse de celles-ci s'est révélée instructive.

Pour prolonger ma métaphore théologique, la reconstruction du World Center était comparable au concile de Trente, en réponse au bouleversement culturel, politique et intellectuel massif de la Réforme, et la rénovation de Notre-Dame s'apparente à une méditation attentive, à une prière sur la source de notre foi.

J’ai suivi la rénovation de Notre-Dame, épluchant internet à la recherche du moindre article, du moindre débat et de la moindre découverte au fur et à mesure de l’avancement des travaux du chantier du siècle. Lorsque les plans de réaménagement de l’espace intérieur pour l’adapter aux pratiques liturgiques actuelles ont été dévoilés, Alexandre Gady, historien de l’art, a déclaré: "Curieusement, ce n’était pas le clergé qui parlait du sacré ce matin; c’étaient des historiens comme moi qui défendaient les monuments historiques. Notre-Dame est sacrée, non seulement au sens catholique, mais aussi parce qu’elle nous unit, qu’elle nous parle et qu’elle raconte notre histoire."

D'autres critiques affirmaient que le clergé parisien, trop zélé, était déterminé à transformer son attrait touristique en un Disneyland spirituel.

Si tous ceux qui aiment Notre-Dame, qu’ils soient catholiques pratiquants ou non, qu’ils appartiennent à d’autres religions ou à aucune, qu’ils aient contribué financièrement, en temps ou en talent à la préservation de ce précieux artefact de notre patrimoine spirituel, ou qu’ils aient simplement envoyé leur amour, si le résultat est un remake lisse et astucieux de Disney du roman de Victor Hugo…Notre-Dame de Paris. Je saurai alors que nous sommes véritablement au crépuscule de la civilisation occidentale.

Qu'est-ce que j'en sais ?

La veille de Noël, j'ai commencé à regarder une petite vidéo sans prétention," Au cœur du Vatican, épisode 1," sur YouTube. Soudain, un homme très beau, doté d'une voix magnifique, s'est mis à chanter. Mark Spyropoulos est un baryton britannique d'origine grecque qui a intégré la plus ancienne chorale du monde, la chorale personnelle du pape, la Cappella Musicale Pontificia.

Mark a commencé à parler de chanter le Credo de Nicée en solo pendant la messe télévisée suivie par des millions de personnes. Un jour, il a réalisé combien de personnes l'avaient entendu faire cette profession de foi. Il l'avait chantée à chaque messe papale pendant trois ans.

Il a cité le Credo in Unum Deum en latin."Je crois en un seul Dieu."Il a poursuivi:" Je n’ai pas chanté: "Nous croyons en un seul Dieu”."C'est lui, Marc, qui a fait une profession de foi très personnelle. Il s'est demandé: croyait-il vraiment en un seul Dieu? Et qu'est-ce que cela signifiait au juste? "Je ne sais même pas. Parfois, j'ai l'impression d'être un imposteur. Je viens de réciter le début du Credo de Nicée devant le Pape et le monde entier; je devrais pourtant être sûr de ce que je dis. Parfois, je sais ce que je chante, et parfois non."

"Si vous me demandez si je crois en Dieu, je réponds que je ne comprends pas la question. Qu’entendez-vous par Dieu? (J’entendais son interlocuteur lui souffler: Dieu tel que défini par l’Église catholique) Ce sont des questions fondamentales."


"Je suis baryton. Qu’est-ce que j’en sais?"


Et cela s'est transformé en une sorte de crise de foi personnelle. Mis à part la plaisanterie entre initiés, il n'en savait vraiment rien. Puis il a raconté une histoire de révélation personnelle assez touchante; je crois que c'était en chantant un morceau de Bach, la version de 1747 par opposition à celle de 1745, celle que Francis préférait. Apparemment, Francis est un patron très impliqué dans les moindres détails.


"Eh bien, qu'est-ce que j'en sais? Je vais vous dire ce que je sais. Je peux vous dire que lorsque je suis plongé dans cette musique, je me sens en contact avec quelque chose."


En chantant, il réalisa qu'il croyait véritablement en une force supérieure à lui-même. Il était en réalité bien plus éloquent que mon argumentaire jésuite.


Projet d'archives Medici, Programme musical. Vox Medicea (dirigé par Mark Spyropoulos).



The Cathedral of Notre-Dame de Paris Fire, a return to Faith

Seven years ago this week, a moment I will never forget. At 6:18 pm on Monday, April 15, 2019, flames erupted in the roof of the Cathedral Notre-Dame de Paris, and over the following hours, the 12th- and 13th-century forest would be destroyed.

I followed the rebuilding of this sacred building meticulously. It changed my life.

The Case for a Spiritual Christianity

I wrote this on December 25, 2022.

I was searching for an answer to my question about remaining Christian, or perhaps just identifying with the church of our mothers and fathers, without accepting all the doctrinal overreach and the insistence on adherence. I thought that perhaps if I took a step back from my hypercritical mindset, relaxed and simply observed the landscape, a convincing argument might present itself. I love the church's music and art. They are a real source of spiritual nourishment. Perhaps I could fully embrace a kind of spiritual agnosticism.


(Thibault Camus/AP)


On April 15th, 2019, as I watched the live coverage of the catastrophic fire that almost destroyed the magnificent Cathedral of Notre Dame, I confess, I was in tears. I am a francophile; I love Paris; when I was a student in northern France, I visited the cathedral many times. Watching the fire engulf the whole transept, I was devastated. It touched me on a very deep level, beyond grief and shock.

Then I remembered another catastrophic disaster. Watching Manhattan’s Twin Towers burn and collapse, the loss of life, and the extreme wanton destruction was horrific. I was also devastated, but in a different way. It was a terrorist attack. My feelings were mixed with horror and fear.

Both the Twin Towers and Notre Dame were iconic markers on the skyline of major cities. Construction on the Twin Towers began on August 6th, 1966, and they fell after a terrorist attack on September 11th, 2001. Pope Alexander III laid the cornerstone for Notre Dame Cathedral in 1163. It took hundreds of years to build--the last major restoration was by Viollet-le-Duc in the mid-19th century.

I followed the work on replacing and renovating both the Twin Towers and Notre Dame. The design process of rebuilding in New York was predictably contentious. Experts and property developers were called in. There were debates about the design, reconfiguring the site, accommodating commercial uses, providing transportation links, and remembering the victims. Though still the World Trade Center, it would be something different. The process was very American and, at least in form, attempted to look democratic. In France, the debate was about whether to allow any changes during the renovation. Initially, some suggested a new design for the spire that was a modern innovation when it was rebuilt in the mid-19th century. In short order, the French Senate passed a bill requiring that the reconstruction be faithful to its “last known visual state.” They would rebuild the spire exactly as it was, to the millimeter, using the materials and construction techniques specified by Eugène-Emmanuel Viollet-le-Duc, the only accommodation being improvements for modern technology, electricity, and building safety, plus new designs for the square in front of the cathedral, underground parking, and adjacent buildings on the Ile de France.

Both the Twin Towers and Notre Dame caught fire and fell within several hours, one completely and large portions of the other. That is really the only similarity. In New York, a huge number of people perished. In Paris, no one died. One was caused by a terrorist attack and the other by accident or negligence. One was a commercial property and the other a sacred space. I was shaken deeply by both tragedies. I watched them both unfold live on TV. Though I hesitate to trace my emotional reactions to a disaster as a path to religious belief, examining my responses has been revealing.

To extend my theological metaphor, rebuilding the World Center was like the Council of Trent in response to the massive cultural, political, and intellectual shift of the Reformation, and renovating Notre Dame is like a careful meditation, a prayer on the source of our faith.

I’ve watched the renovation of Notre Dame, searching the internet for every report, argument, and discovery as the work progressed on Le chantier du siècle. When plans were revealed for redesigning the interior space to accommodate current liturgical practice, Alexandre Gady, art historian, said, “Curiously, it wasn’t the clergy talking about the sacred this morning; it was historians like me who defend historical monuments. Notre Dame is sacred, not just in the Catholic sense but also sacred in the way it unites us, that it speaks to us, and that it tells our history.”

Other critics said that the overzealous clergy of Paris was set on turning their tourist attraction into a spiritual Disneyland.

If all the people who love Notre Dame, whether or not they are committed Catholics or not, whether they belong to other religions or none, whether they’ve have contributed money, time or talent to preserve this valuable artifact of our spiritual heritage, or simply sent their love, if the result is a slick Disney remake of Victor Hugo’s The Hunchback of Notre Dame I’ll know that we are really in the twilight of Western civilization.

What do I know?

On Christmas Eve, I started watching this bit of fluff, “Inside the Vatican, episode 1” on YouTube. Suddenly, a very handsome man with a magnificent voice began singing to the world. Mark Spyropoulos is a British baritone with Greek roots who found himself in the oldest church choir in the world, the personal choir of the pope, Cappella Musicale Pontificia.

Mark started talking about singing the Nicaean Creed solo during the televised mass that goes out to millions upon millions. One day, he realized how many people had heard him make this profession of faith. He’d sung it at every papal mass for 3 years.

He quoted the Latin: Credo in Unum Deum. “I believe in One God.” He went on, “I didn’t sing, ‘We believe in One God.’” It was he, Mark, who made a very personal profession of faith. He asked himself: Did he really believe in the One God? And what did that even mean? “I don’t even know. Sometimes I feel like a fraud. I’ve just declared the beginning of the Nicaean Creed in front of the Pope and the world; surely I should be sure of what I’m saying. Sometimes I know what I'm singing, and sometimes I don’t.”

“If you ask me if I believe in God, my reply is that I don’t understand the question. What do you mean by God? (I could hear his interviewer prompt him: God as defined by the Catholic Church) These are massive questions.”

“I’m a baritone. What do I know?”

And it became a kind of personal crisis of faith. Aside from the musical insider joke, he really didn’t know. Then he told a story of a rather beautiful personal revelation; I think it was while singing a Bach piece, the 1747 version as opposed to the earlier 1745, the one that Francis preferred. Apparently, Francis is a hands-on boss when it comes to certain details.

“Well, what do I know? I'll tell you what I know. I can tell you that when I am immersed in this music, I feel in touch with something.”

Singing, he realized he truly believed in a power greater than himself. He was actually far more eloquent than my Jesuitical argument.

Medici Archive Project, Music Program. Vox Medicea (directed by Mark Spyropoulos).