The meditation continues?. Here is where I let the themes of the garden speak.
The river that runs through the garden and drops away is a reminder of life ?, the gentle meanders, the turbulent twists and turns, the dropping away to a further level which is out of sight????. Reminders of our ups and downs in life Similarly, the coloured pebbles are symbolic reminders of the good and bad times we encounter. The lighter stones are happier times, the joyful times when life is running smoothly for us. The darker stones represent those times of unhappiness, sadness, dissatisfaction, or dukkha. The different coloured stones run randomly along the river course, so we don?t really know what is waiting round the corner in our travels, and the twists and turns of the river are determined by the earth itself, by the seasons, by the universe. Too often we expect what is always changing to be graspable and predictable. Our prejudices and addictions are patterns that arise from the fear of a fluid world. Because we mistakenly take what is always changing to be permanent, we suffer.
There is a tale in the Herrmann Hesse story of Buddha when he is with a ferryman on a river. The ferryman says to Buddha ? I am no scholar. I do not know how to talk or how to think. I only know how to listen and how to be respectful. I am only a ferryman and my task is to take people across this river. I have taken many across, and for all of them my river has been nothing but an obstacle on their journey.? For a very few, perhaps four or five, the river stopped being an obstacle. They heard its voice, they listened to it and the river became sacred to them as it has to me.? Siddhartha (Buddha) also learned how to listen to the river, how to listen with a still heart, with an expectant, open soul, without passion, without desire, without opinion, without judgement.
One evening Buddha asked the ferryman ?Have you learned from the river the secret that there is no time?? The ferryman replied with a bright smile.. :?Yes, the river is everywhere at once ? at its source, at its mouth, by the waterfall, by the ferry crossing, in the rapids, in the sea, in the mountains ? everywhere at the same time. And that for it there is only the present, not the shadow called the future.? Buddha replied ? That is it, and when I learned that, I looked at my life, and it too was a river.?
The river is also symbolic of the Rainbow Serpent. The rainbow serpent is a major mythological being for Aboriginal people across Australia. It is represented as a large, snake-like creature, whose Dreaming track is always associated with watercourses such as billabongs, rivers, creeks and lagoons. It is the protector of the land, its people, and the source of all life. However, it can also be a destructive force if it is not properly respected. The Rainbow Serpent is a consistent theme in Aboriginal painting and has been found in rock art up to 6000 years old. The Aboriginal Dreamtime is over 20,000 years old. And Buddhism is only 2,700 years old !
No matter what your leanings, just contemplate for a moment on this wonderful Dreamtime story, and the affinity and respect the people have with and for their environment. So although preceding Buddhism by many thousands of years, I felt that part of the Dreamtime should be included in my Buddhist garden, out of respect and appreciation of the rich and wonderful Aboriginal culture that has been all but decimated since European settlement of Australia.
The five stones (one is flat, almost hidden by the groundcover Callistemon, ) represent two things. One is the Great Dividing Range, which runs the whole length of this vast continent ? virtually separating the narrow, eastern fertile coastal fringe from the much drier, arid, desolate interior. The stones are so arranged that by taking the centre point of each stone you get the constellation of the Southern Cross. Pass your gaze from the stones to the sky and you see those familiar stars which have guided mariners for hundreds of years, and reminding me that I too am part of the never-ending, indescribable universe.
The beautiful little ground hugging bush which covers the stone representing Epsilon, the smallest star in the constellation, is a very rare and endangered species of Callistemon, or bottlebrush. I had seen it in the nursery and always passed it by ? it was obviously stressed and dying. I finally bought it as I have ?SUCKER? written across my forehead. But , it had a Zenny twisted look about it, and I knew if it lived, it would have an honoured place in my garden. It lived. And thrived. And produces beautiful flowers.
The seat is a piece of railway sleeper from the Old Ghan Railway which ran through the desert from Adelaide to Oodnadatta, then on to Alice Springs. It reminds me of the toil and suffering of the fettlers who put up the line and tried to maintain it against the ravages of nature, and our futility in our schemes to try to control things. Nature and the desert won. A new line runs a similar route, but on more solid ground a hundred miles distant. You wouldn?t believe me getting it back 2,000 kilometres in my little Subaru station wagon. That is worth a story on it?s own. (anyone been to the Pink Roadhouse?)
The stones on which it rests are rejects from the stonemason. They split the ?wrong? way. ?Perfect? I said. ?Just what I wanted. I don?t want artificial symmetry?. Stuart gave them to me for nothing. A further reminder of the kindness and generosity that is within us all.
Last, the stone on which the Buddha sits. It comes from mission ruins at Arltunga, about 80 miles from Alice Springs in central Australia. The mission was built because the gist of the story is that in WWII Aboriginals in Alice Springs were rounded up and moved to this remote, desolate and inhospitable desert area on a flimsy pretext. The RC sisters who had been looking after their welfare in Alice Springs followed them, built a mission from the gibber and cared for them. The full story is longer and nastier. At least there was a well there which provided a meagre water supply.
Then about 1954 the mission was abandoned and a wonderful mission township was built closer to Alice Springs. The nuns had to leave as the town was to be self governed. That whole township has now become a sad tale of alcohol abuse, neglect, domestic violence, and complete breakdown of community pride. Yet high on the cliff behind the township stands a huge cross, a reminder of the charity and compassion of those good sisters.
So, Lord Buddha sits on a stone from a mission built with compassion in Central Australia, shaded by a gum tree, contemplating the kindness and selflessness of those sisters who worked in dreadful conditions to help their fellow sufferers.
Finally the small sandstone pond captures rainwater from the roof and provides fresh water for various creatures. The reeds are a reminder of the cycle of life; they die back every autumn and miraculously come back to life the following spring.
So, from all this I hope there are some contemplations and meditations for you, and I hope there is something in this to give you a soft smile of understanding.
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