10 Days of Silence in Thailand
|A temple in a forest in Thailand.
Practice meditation like you go to the toilet, just... let go! The Buddhist monk was serious; the apprentice meditators howled with laughter. Later, with the same sincerity, he said, Only loving kindness can overcome defilement.
I hadnt come to Thailand to meditate. But with so many spiritually thirsty eyes turned east these days I was curious. Suan Mokkh (Garden of Liberation) offers economical enlightenment. Ajahn Po, its senior monk, leads silent 10-day retreats, in English, in the tradition of anapanasati (mindfulness with breathing), said to have been the Buddhas favorite method of teaching.
Dont just do something, sit there! we were told. Buddhism in a nutshell. Not being the silent type, 10 chatter-free days was a daunting prospect. Reading, writing, smoking, sex, caffeine, music, and alcohol are also forbidden. Everyone agreedin writingto these rules. Life is suffering is Buddhisms first noble truth. My studies had begun.
Retreatees, segregated by sex, were assigned individual rooms throughout the spacious, tranquil grounds; but the supplied straw mat didnt cushion my bones against the concrete bed. Communal toilets and open-air bathing cisterns lined the courtyard. Lights out was at 9:30 p.m. daily.
All essentials, including vegetarian meals, were provided. A giant, gentle bell beckoned at 4 a.m. daily; two teachings and 90 minutes of yoga preceded the 8:30 morning meal. Meditation-oriented lessons continued, with breaks, until 9 p.m.
The silence was frustrating. To clear my mind and meditate, I thought, I must feign indifference to the worlds very real problems and to other retreatees and outwit my own minds clutter.
The world offers much, but never keeps its promises. Theres never an end to more; selfish desire is endless, said Ajahn Po.
But wasnt this very discussion itself selfish, this immersion in self-discovery? And why couldnt I meditate?
It doesnt matter if you meditate or not, just be peaceful. To sit quietly with your thoughts is enough, said Nun Pirot, a diminutive Thai with a Berkeley PhD whod become a nun after 20 years as a genetic engineer.
Buddhists claim some beginners need months to get beyond the monkey minds distractions; you have got to want to let go. I was used to indulging distractions and shallow pleasures.
By the sixth day 42 of the 130 retreatees had left. Apparently, such attrition is normal. I felt strangely relieved. Though I had shed private tears of loneliness and frustration, I had not thought of leaving.
Meditation is boring! I wrotebreaking the rulesin my journal: Im a hopeless product of our culture of rampant distraction. Anyway, has this old monk ever known the serenity of a folk festival, the magic of a lovers touch, the dissolution of a drunken stupor? Granted, he knows Buddhas happiness. But how can he pass judgment on mine?
In a permitted interview, I asked Ajahn Po if hed ever indulged worldly desires. He was elusive. I entered the monastery at 20, he said, and spoke of his early studies. Fifty years ago, young people didnt do the things they do today. I was a normal boy, with normal friends. I gave up. Praise the one who truly lives, even for a single night, goes the Buddhist chant.
As the end approached, I still could not meditate. I was lonely. The deafening silence was tearing at my emotional continuity.
On the final afternoon, Ajahn Po was smiling. You are now good friends, you can help each other, he said. This retreat is like swimming a river. But there are many rivers.
Nearly half of the attendees had left. Those remaining were allowed to meet and talk. Some, like me, had not achieved much. An engaging Israeli talked about the arguments among his many brains, each with its own monkey mind, while wandering the multi-textured dimensions of meditationland. We all agreed the retreat had been valuable, but nobody could go farther than that.
That evening, acting on a suggestion, I pushed an imaginary cardboard box (representing enlightenment) into my emptied mind space. When I visualized opening it, light blazed out. I embraced the beacon and felt my unconscious, subconscious, and conscious shimmer as one. Finally, on the last day, I had meditated! I was not hopeless! I felt fulfilled. But the retreat was over.
In a final session everyone was upbeat, except about leaving this oasis of surreal simplicity. The following morning both sexes intermingled and compared notes. Then shuttles whisked us away to nearby train and bus stations and our continuing journeys. A few newly formed alliances were in evidence.
I have stayed in touch with four retreatees and exchanged insights, but mostly we have socialized. I presently benefit from occasional meditation and from the knowledge that Buddhists everywhere have consciously chosen this peaceful alternative to the frenzy of modern, Western life. Ten days of silence was not enough to change my life fundamentally, but I did glimpse enlightenment. Somewhere to the east.
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Suan Mokkh, near Surat Thani in central Thailand, is 10 hours by train or bus or an hour by air south of Bangkok. From Surat Thani, head northwest. Finding the right bus and the right stop is easy; everyone knows it.
Suan Mokkh does not accept reservations, lists no phone number, and probably will not respond to written inquiries. It does offer an informative website, www.suanmokkh.org. Retreats begin on the first day of every month, as they have for many years. Just show up and leave the outside world behind.