Chapter one: Place your face into the Wind.
Fu Hou, is the Golden Buddha.
Place your face into the wind. Do not feel the breeze, as a dear pet dog may, do not breath into the wind, let the wind breath for you.
Dogs love to generate power from the wind as it rushes passed their head, ears flagging this way and that. His eyes focus upon a field, as the truck speeds along a singular, winding road. The dog is in a state of pure bliss. To him, the now is fully locked and loaded. Searching forward, his future home- fire is irrelevant. Looking back, the past has gone. The wind is intoxicating, his spirit is free.
A cat, not so much. Why? What does a cat know, that behooves a dog in a state of karma like bliss?
The cat is outside the realm of a dog' s consciousness. The cat is indifferent.
The warm wind is gentle on both, the wind is also, indifferent. The wind requires neither dog nor cat approval. The dog enjoys the freshness of the wind, but does not seek the wind for it' s own sake.
The cat mitigates the wind, it manoeuvres itself to be a shadow on the wind. The wind plays with them both, with equal force and fairness.
To Fu Hou the wind, dog and cat exist. They signify one of the four stages of the Buddhist Yogi's sentiment.
If Fu Hou feels and acknowledges the wind on his pliant face, then he is still in the third stage of being in the world of substance.
If the dog feels the wind on it' face, he is in the stage of material existence, the animal in kind world.
If the cat spirit can be animated, perhaps it is in the second stage of the wheel of life, the hungry ghost. The cat is always on the prowl. She is never happy. She searches and is not sustained. She holds an anxious awareness in relationship to her surroundings.
The first stage of the Buddha wheel of life, birth, death and rebirth is established for the lonely few who hold onto their existence with hardened fervour.
Hell.
The flip side of the wheel of life is to be as one with the great and timely cosmic source of energy, Nirvana.
Nirvana is not peace, sadness, grief, longing, loneliness, joy, happy or any of the ten thousand metaphors for life. Nirvana is one with itself. It is white on white. A treasure one may seek but never find. It is a sweetness once restored unburdens the human consciousness for eternity.
Where does eternity exist? It simmers on the other side of nothing. It is illusive and vain.
A university Professor of great renown asked, how many galaxies are in the knowable Universe. We could not understand nor comprehend the question. We tried to respond with the knowable, numbers. To each number response the wizened gentleman shuddered his eye- lids, no. He smiled and in a Socratic like muse, repositioned the query.
We ran out of wind. Our cat and dog faces formed a collective whine. He repaired our intellectual dignity. This was his thought.
I do not know the answer. What? You of the all knowing, all encompassing, soothsayer of knowledge do not know, then how are we to answer the question?
Some things in this world are not related to our understanding.
If I could be so bold as to render a metaphor I would begin with a view, an image of kind. First, why do we care? We care because we have a high need to know. We are human beings, we ask questions. Then we search for answers. Some answers are better than others. Why is the sky blue?
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Fu Hou; The Golden Buddha.
Fiction HistoriqueAt age 13 Fu Hou left his childhood in Mukden, China. He became a wise and careful teacher. He was the Golden Buddha. By way of his example Fu Hou shows us how to live a happy life by listening to the great teacher, The Buddha.
