KITCHEN ZEN
KITCHEN
ZEN
I don’t know if anyone pays much
attention to the marquees—or signboards—outside churches. You know the ones
that list the hours for services, show the minister’s name, and offer a pithy
statement. The messages are intended to be inspirational, but even to a
religiously inclined person they’re often puzzling. To a non-religious person
they can be absolutely baffling and even hilarious.
I
often wonder if each church minister thinks up these little nuggets of wisdom,
or if there is equivalent of what, in the music world, is called a “fake” book.
A fake book is a common collection of songs that anyone can use. Probably there
isn’t a pastoral fake book, because the same message seldom appears in two
different locations.
What
these memos say, or don’t say, and how they say, or don’t say, it reveals a lot
about religions. For example, not long ago I read in front of church the
following:
“Give
your life to God. He can do more with it than you can.”
At
first you might think, hey, that’s clever. God is all-everything, and so….Then
you realize what’s really being expressed.
I’ll repeat the
message: “Give your life to God. He can do more with it than you can.” That is
to say, “You helpless clod. Don’t even imagine you can be responsible for
yourself. Instead look to someone other than you, and dump on that someone.
Then whatever you do isn’t really your doing.”
Then
there’s the message, “Give your heart to Jesus, your brain to science.”
I
made that one up, but you get the idea how commonplace and predictable such
statements can be.
Zen
is about oneself. It isn’t about clawing outwardly for someone or something
else but about peering inwardly to realize who you are. Once you see yourself,
there are no promises that you’ll be cured of alcoholism or facial warts. What
is important is that you—not some questionable other—will be administering to you.
To
quote or misquote someone or another, “I am the most important (insert your own
name) I know.
Is
that egocentric? Is that selfish? I don’t think so. What it means is taking your own self as the starting point in a
metaphysical way. If you can’t acknowledge the importance of your being to
yourself, and keep your being in your own hands, you sure won’t find
self-justification in someone or something else.
Today I’d like to talk about what I
call Kitchen Zen.
Kitchen Zen.
It’s a catchy phrase, isn’t it? It makes one
wonder what it means. I’d like to think I made up the term, but probably
someone else coined it centuries ago. The notion comes from an experience of
Zen master Dogen Kigen.
Dogen was a Japanese who lived from
1200 to 1253. At age twelve he began a dedicated life at Senkobo, a Tendai
Buddhist monastery. At that time in Japan many serious “religious” scholars
were dissatisfied with the teachings of popular Buddhist schools because most
of them read so-called sacred scriptures and practiced mysterious rituals. Zen
wasn’t widely known in Japan, so the real thinkers who wanted to dig deeply
into Zen traveled to the birthplace of Zen.
Where would that have been?
China. In China the direct transmission of
Bodhidharma and Hui-neng continued to be recognized, and in China Zen continued
to be a nonexistent clear mirror.
In 1223 Dogen and an associate sailed from Japan
and docked in central China. Their landing might have been Tsingtao or
Shanghai. For one reason or another Dogen was detained in port aboard the ship
for several weeks. During that time an elderly Chinese man came aboard. He was
not only a monk, but the head cook at Mount A-yu-wang Monastery. He and Dogen
hit it off from the start, and the two of them enjoyed many hours together
conversing and sharing intellectual matters. When Dogen asked the fellow to
stay longer, the cook thanked him and said he had to return to his kitchen.
Dogen asked what was so important
about that kind work, and the monk explained kitchen labor was his form of Zen
practice.
“But at your age
why do you slave away in a hot kitchen instead of devoting yourself to
meditation?” Dogen asked.
The cook laughed
and said, “My friend from a foreign land, you may be a Buddhist, but you don’t
know what Zen practice is, nor do you understand words and scriptures.” Then
the monk told Dogen goodbye, and left the ship.
Several months
later, when Dogen was studying in the Chinese monastery on Mount T’ien-t’ung,
the old man showed up again, and the two of them resumed their discussions,
Dogen asked the meaning of “practice” and “words and scriptures.” The cook-monk
answered, “Words and scriptures are one, two, three, four, five. Practice means
nothing in the world is hidden.”
Dogen took this to
signify that words and so-called holy writings were—in today’s vernacular—a
dime a dozen, whereas Zen practice is
enlightenment. In Dogen’s later writing titled The Lesson from the Monk-Cook he indicated how he had been
emotionally stirred by the cook’s Zen.
This “man of the
Tao,” as Dogen referred to the cook, had shown Dogen that work which flows out
of enlightenment is actually Zen practice. Even more, any activity—whether it’s
teaching a room-full of noisy kids, or cooking a pot of rice, or building a
boat, or planting a garden, or maintaining a data-base, or installing dry wall,
or carrying out the trash—can be Zen practice.
Think about it.
Anything can be Zen practice.
To
quote Heinrich Dumoulin, author of Zen
Buddhism: A History, Japan, “The
cook embodied the living tradition of Chinese Zen from the time of the fourth
and fifth patriarchs … which taught that Zen is practiced not only by sitting
cross-legged in meditation … but just as much in daily service to the
community.”
That
is what I call Kitchen Zen.