It occurs to me that all the things we usually say to each other upon the occasion of someone passing away don’t seem quite “right” anymore, when I’m talking to a bunch of practiced Buddhist meditators – My usual comments would have been all about the pain of loss or things I thought I should say to keep the pain far far away from myself and others.
I recognize I still have the old habit energy of the old clichés and feel a bit uncertain what new ones might be. What comes to mind this last week, seem to be happier, more resolved; more attuned to recollecting a shared sense of the person’s wonderful qualities; celebrating their wisdom, kindness and fun spirit we all once knew, enjoyed and loved.
I feel also a sense of wanting to honor the memory in this case of one of our dear teachers, a monastic named Venerable Konghuan, with a legacy of practice; aiming for as much wisdom and compassion, in equal measure, as possible.
So, for you dear Venerable Konghuan, I dedicate my practice this weekend to you.