When I’m facing a particularly tough day, I often console myself with the thought, “this too shall pass.” Even wars and pestilence will pass, so therefore it should be fairly easy to get through the minor challenges that lie ahead for me today. Unfortunately, by the same token, the pleasures and satisfactions that I’m looking forward to at the end of the day, will also pass, and one day I will die.
The transitory quality of the perceptual world is the most important clue to its illusory nature. There is a wonderful jazz song by Benard Ighner, recorded by Barbra Streisand, that goes:
“Everything must change, nothing stays the same
Everyone must change, no one stays the same
The young become the old and mysteries do unfold
‘Cause that’s the way of time, nothing and no one goes unchanged
There are not many things in life you can be sure of
Except rain comes from the clouds, sun lights up the sky
And humming birds to fly….”
If there were any lyric that crystallized the core of Buddhist philosophy, it would be this one. Obviously, the melancholy of the song is that everything in the world is transitory, but the saving grace is the beauty of the moment: raindrops on a pond, sun rays on a table or a face; the sudden appearance of a hummingbird on a flower. The moment is everything, as Eckhart Tolle so eloquently puts it in The Power of Now. But why is the moment everything? It is everything because the moment actually is eternity. There is no difference between this moment and eternity, and eternity is the same thing as infinity.
When you really feel this, when you know it in your heart and in your gut, when you go way beyond perceiving it as a passing thought or an intellectual construct, that is when you have truly reached nirvana.
To return to the melancholy aspect of the lyric, though, it also happens to point to everything that Western culture recoils from in Eastern religion and philosophy. I remember that when I was a child, I was taught that Eastern religions are essentially fatalistic: everything must change; the dueling faces of maya or yin and yang are so perfectly balanced that good can never triumph over evil, so why bother trying? Why bother fighting the war or even facing the day? Why not simply resign oneself to one’s fate and stop bothering to do anything at all?
This formulation, however, is a misreading of Hindu and Buddhist thought, reinforced by the apparent lack of social progress alleviating extreme poverty in India. Paramahansa Yogananda believed passionately in scientific progress and in human personal development, creating a school for young boys in Ranchi that he was extremely proud of. He took a keen interest in educating children, actively supporting educating young girls as well.
To those of us with a Western cultural background or bias, this Indian commitment to progress seems completely at odds with the melancholy of the very Indian but very real truth, “Everything must change.” So what is the secret motivator of progressive Indian leaders from Yogananda to Mahatma Gandhi and on to Nehru and Indira Gandhi, just to name a few? What is the secret ingredient that allows them to temper the fatalism of “This too shall pass” with the progressivism of a Ranchi school? It is quite simply God. God is the motivator because God is the changeless force behind the visible face of the ever-changing world. God, or Reality, defined as the opposite of Illusion by Buddha, or simply Being, as Eckhart Tolle refers to it, is the hidden, changeless sun behind the clouds of our illusory daily world. Becoming aware of the sun behind the clouds is the Awakening, and the Energy in the sun is the motivator.
We Westerners see Indian culture as fatalistic because of its perceived emphasis on the illusory quality of the physical world, but Indians themselves experience it as positive and progressive because its real emphasis is on focusing on the Reality beyond the illusion. When Hindu masters say that this world is an illusion, they do not mean that it is simply a mental construct of the individual human ego: they admit that it is, in a scientific sense, a real experience shared by all human beings. Their point is that it is a world of boundaries, a world of perceived walls where no walls really exist. In Chapter 14 of his Autobiography, “An Experience in Cosmic Consciousness,” and again in Chapter 22, “The Heart of a Stone Image,” Yogananda describes two of his most vivid states in “samadhi,” or union with God. In both instances, he reports being able to see through all the walls of the city around him as if they were transparent and insubstantial or literally without substance. As he sat witnessing in meditation, the solid forms of the material world or “manifestations” melted into the unmanifested single form of Light.