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Creativity Interview with Peter Levitt, poet and Buddhist teacher

PeterKaspa writes: I’m delighted to introduce Peter Levitt to readers of Writing Our Way Home.

Peter is a brilliant poet and Buddhist teacher. His nine poetry books include Within Within, One Hundred Butterflies and Bright Root, Dark Root, and in 1989 he received the prestigious Lannan Foundation Award in Poetry.

He is the founder and guiding teacher of the Salt Spring Zen Circle on Salt Spring Island in British Columbia where he resides with his family

This interview is part of our much missed (by me) series of Creativity Interviews. Look out for another one this time next week. There are some really great answers from Peter here, and of course he picked up on the false dichotomy between creative life and the rest of life in one of our questions… on with the interview:

What drives your creative work?

A very dear friend of mine, now gone, was US poet Robert Creeley. At some point he wrote this lovely phrase ie “I’m given to writing poems.” It’s the same for me. Either I was born without the ambition gene, or very much of it, or my nature comes with a more primary disposition to spend a lot of time just wandering around, taking place with the world in a sort of mutual and intimate engagement. It’s this ‘taking place’ that brings the work forward, and it’s always been that way. Hopefully, since no engagement is planned, nor could be with all the particulars intact, something of the spontaneous nature of the experience makes its way into the poems.

How does your Buddhist practice affect your writing and the rest of your life? (If you were a writer before you were a Buddhist, did you notice your writing change?)

Zen practice helps to keep me more available, receptive, alive in the engagement I just mentioned, and the same is true during what might be called ‘the act of composition’ when I’m actually writing a poem or piece of prose. I did write before my practice began in the late sixties, and the disposition toward the world I began with was nourished by Zen practice, with the ability to be even more intimate with what was right before me a noticeable side benefit of practice. Practice also tends to soften and inform the heart, so to speak, so clearly this has had a great effect in every aspect of my life.

withinHave you ever found a conflict between your Buddhist practice and your creativity?

Quite the reverse. It’s a marriage of the most profound kind.

What would you say to yourself if you could go back in time and meet yourself at the beginning of your creative career?

Continue to know nothing. Keep the edge. Don’t lose this beginner’s mind.

How do you keep creating when things get difficult?

As I see it, there’s no conflict between life’s difficulty and the ability to create. In some way, the worse it is, up to a point, the better, because of what it takes from a person in order for them to get through life’s rigour. I don’t subscribe to the idea that great art needs suffering in order to be wrung from the artist, so I don’t suggest that if people find themselves just too happy they go on a suffering hunt, but given that we’re talking about writing and Buddhist practice in the same conversation, I’m reminded of what Suzuki Roshi said: A big block of ice makes a lot of water.  And then, of course, there’s the convenient imagery and fact that the lotus itself cannot grow unless its roots are planted in mud. Practice can be found right here, too. When things get tough, if we just take care of what is right in front of us, we find the creative means jump forward.

How does your creative work affect the rest of your life?

For better or worse, as I experience it, there is no ‘creative work’ vs. ‘the rest of [my] life.’  This sort of division is not really a accurate statement of my situation or, if I may be allowed to say so, anyone else’s. We’re just not divided up in this way, though if we think we are, we create an almost unbridgeable gap where none exists.

Once we realize that we are whole, and always have been from the beginning, we can start to find ways for this wholeness to function and be expressed, which tends to heal the unnecessary cutting up of this one life into what seem to be irreconcilable parts. I’m sure you’ve seen it yourself ie we don’t have one heart and mind, being and life, when we write, and another when we do something else. If we think we do, we might do well to look again, or more deeply, at what we are. We are an enormous resource of energy and creativity, and it is just waiting to be used in every way it can. So, finding how self flows through self to self in all its various expressions becomes an important part of living as a whole person, no matter the nature of the activity. Practice helps with this. Writing helps with this. Making love and even making breakfast help with this as well.

What was the best advice anyone gave to you?

Well, and I mean this: the Buddhist eightfold path is a good start. It certainly points the way for a wonderful, useful life that helps the wholeness of life I just spoke of to emerge. It also helps to nourish this wholeness in life wherever we meet it. Often, people think of precepts or discipline or vows in a somewhat negative light, but really these are just ways to love the world as it deserves.

What is your favourite part of your Buddhist Practice? 

Zazen. And, during our more formal retreats, the Zen form of eating called oyroki, which is often translated as ‘just the right amount.’ That phrase, and the practice to which it refers, really says it beautifully for writing and for practice. I like to think of it as Buddha in a bowl.

Thanks Peter – deep bow to you _/\_ You can find more of Peter at www.peterlevitt.com

How to find your golden light

Fiona writes: “A tender shoot has started up from a root of grace…”

Last night I went to our local carol service in the beautiful Malvern Priory. The pews were packed. The stained glass glowed golden.

The carols were interspersed with readings from the Bible, with unlikely sounding happenings and descriptions of religious experiences.

When I was a girl, I went to a religious school and we’d have similar services at Christmas. I thought it was all ridiculous. How did we know these things really happened? How could Jesus be the son of God? Did people really believe these things?

Since becoming a Buddhist, I heard these readings with completely new ears. I could appreciate the beauty of the language and the aspirational qualities of the stories. I could now appreciate the truth that the Bible stories were pointing towards. The intense emotion no longer scared me. I’d felt some of it myself.

“…it blooms without blight, it blooms without blight…”

You might think of yourself as religious or you might not. I’m not really talking about religion. I’m talking about allowing ourselves to open to new experiences.

If we can open ourselves to new experience, it will change the whole world for us.

As the choir sang, I was touched by the golden light of Christ. I was moved by his compassion and love.

I hope you can find your own golden light, whether it belongs to Jesus, or Amida Buddha, or to delicate pink cyclamens in a Winter garden.

“…blooms in the cold bleak winter, turning our darkness into light…”

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A tender shoot has started up from a root of grace,
as ancient seers imparted from Jesse’s holy race;
it blooms without a blight, it blooms without a blight,
blooms in the cold bleak winter, turning our darkness into light

(A tender shoot – words & music: Otto Goldschmidt 1829 – 1907)

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Photo by mharrsh via Creative Commons, with thanks.

Ten day continuous chanting. What’s the point?

Fiona writes: Starting yesterday at midday, and finishing at Friday the 2nd of December at midday, eight of my Buddhist sangha will be taking turns to chant. All day and all night long. The chant is in two teams, and so the sound is continuous.

I completely failed to explain the reasons behind this to my mum. And so I may fail here as well. But it feels important to try.

Yesterday, Kaspa & I joined them for a mere six hours. The chant we use (as Pureland Buddhists) is ‘Namo Amida Bu’, which means ‘I call out to Amida Buddha’.

Amida Buddha is the Buddha of infinite light and life, and by chanting we put ourselves in relationship with this ‘ideal’. His sparkling golden qualities rub off on us, just as we become better people when we’re in a relationship with anyone wise, ethical and loving.

But this theology, in some ways, is neither here nor there.

What’s crucially important (and what feels impossibly difficult to explain) is that we are chanting to connect us to a kind of universal love. And we are chanting for the benefit of everyone.

We are reminding ourselves and other people that we are held by something much bigger and more complex than we can imagine. We are expressing our gratitude for this. We are putting aside our usual daily concerns – making a living, watching TV – and dedicating a decent period of time for intensive practice. We are making a point. We are individually renewing and strengthening our relationship with this ‘something bigger’.

You could call this ‘something bigger’ spirit, or the ineffable. You could conceptualise it the spirit of humankind or Gaia. We call it Amida. It doesn’t matter. We’re chanting for everyone.

Yes, sometimes it’s boring. We sit for twenty minutes and then walk for twenty – in six hours that’s three hours of walking. Your hips ache. Your voice gives out, despite the fresh lemon and ginger tea and the throat sweets. Sometimes five minutes felt like four times that. Important things aren’t always easy.

Sometimes, the hours flew past like birds.

The candle-light flickered around our big golden Amida Buddha on the shrine. I sat and chanted, and I walked and chanted. I watched Susthama stroking her glorious pregnant stomach and I imagined her little girl, already listening along. I listened the harmonies as our voices stirred together – sometimes jarring and flawed, sometimes as sweet as the angels. I looked around the room at dear old friends and at complete strangers, all of us working together to keep the chant going. Frequently, tears came – of gratitude and of belonging. To this funny old thing, the human race. I love them all. Namo Amida Bu.

If you have any way of getting to The Buddhist House in Narborough (just south of Leicester) before they finish on Friday the 2nd, I’d strongly suggest you pop in and experience it for yourself (call ahead 0116 2867476 if you need accommodation  or just turn up if you’re just going for the day (or if you can chant during the night)). You’d be extremely welcome, and our team can do with all the help they can get. Stay for an hour or three, or stay the night.

In the meantime, you can watch them live here.

The photo is a painting by one of our sangha, Maitrisimha Leo Kouwenhoven, called ‘Nembutsu’ (Namo Amida Bu) – it’s a visual representation of the chanting.