It was an evening of classical culture, to be sure 😉 But the real reason I am writing this is that the performance reminded me of the story of Sadaprarudita told in Heart of Wisdom, and how his teacher Dharmodgata explained emptiness to him using sound as a basis.
The Times said about Kusonoki’s performance: ‘wonderfully fleet and supple fingers, quick to locate the music’s inner voices, able to dapple and perfume.’ I don’t even know what that means, but I like it! Still, how are her fingers able to ‘locate’ the music?! How are they able to produce it? Where is it?
Where does each note come from? And where does each note go? What is that space between the notes? Where did one note end and the next begin? Trying to figure this out in St. James Theatre led me into a lovely reverie on the emptiness, or lack of inherent existence, of the music. The music was not ‘out there’ anywhere.
There is no real coming or going
Each elaborate piece was imputed on a stream of sounds, each sound coming from nowhere and going nowhere in order for the next sound to arise, and our minds imputing some kind of continuum on that, to end up with the haunting mellifluence of Chopin’s Nocturnes or the grandiosity of Rachmaninoff’s Preludes. (Ha ha, that’ll have to do for description, I’m not paid to be a music critic. You’ll have to read the fancy reviews for that. I watched a bit of Strictly Come Dancing for the first time yesterday evening and was mainly astounded by the florid verbosity with which the judges described each dance. I could just about come up with ‘That’s nice!’) But the point is, we describe a ‘thing’ as if it were really out there being a thing, we try so hard to label it and itemize it and make it even more of a ‘thing’ — when in fact it came from nowhere and went nowhere, and is completely empty of existing out there or from its own side.
So although it seemed as if the rainbow had a continuum from its own side, each moment of rainbow giving rise to the next moment of rainbow, that seeming continuum was projected only by my mind – in truth, each moment of the rainbow was appearing newly in dependence upon other causes, such as the sun and the moisture and me sitting in the train. None of these things was the rainbow, yet remove one and the rainbow would vanish.
It is the same for the music. It is the same for EVERYTHING, even mountains and stars, even you and me. There is no inherently existent coming and going. We impute or project continuity on things with our mind, like perceiving countless still frames of a movie and projecting on them movement.
Where is everything?!
Dharmodgata asked Sadaprarudita:
Where does the sound of the lute come from and where does it go to? Does it come from the strings, from within the lute, from the fingers of the player, from his effort to play, or from elsewhere? And when the sound has stopped, where does it go?
Because Kusonoki’s music depends on things outside itself for its existence, it is empty of inherent, or independent, existence and is a mere imputation or projection of the mind. You cannot find it existing anywhere outside the mind, however hard you try. If you cannot find something existing outside the mind, or from its own side, you can know it doesn’t exist there.
For example, we cannot find a dream existing outside the mind or from its own side, so we know it doesn’t exist there. So, where does a dream exist? Where does music exist? Where does anything exist?
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…..thanks for the great article and the intro to Chisato Kusonoki……..any chance of a Yuja Wang appraisal…? 😊
Beautifully written, thought-provoking, inspiring, empty and blissful – thank you!
thanks for sharing<3
Wow….I woke up at 5am….cogitating my conventional realities of yesterday (resulting in a three-verse poem), with the intention to try to formulate/present all of that in a ‘guest article’ entitled “What Would Buddha Say Today?”, feeling a little guilty for delaying my morning meditation. and bumping into Luna’s latest offering. DELIGHTFUL dharma! …this has been my morning meditation, a reiteration (a unique underlining) of what it is really important to remember about all of appearing reality, that it is ephemeral, rainbow-like, elusive, unfindable, empty, and Blissful. I think I would have had a very similar response to what you have described, Luna, somewhat more humbling, however, as I consider myself to be ‘musicaly challenged’ and have a direct realization of this every day. The only thing I might add to your commentary is the function of karma in this sonorific melodrama. Kusunoki had the karma to travel that very long and complex path that led her to the performance of those musical moments that you experienced; you and all of the other listeners had the karma to have a direct realization of that particular sonorific rainbow-like collection of mind-moments. In a way your mind was an instrument, just as the physics of fingers and keys creates waves of ‘stuff’, those waves of ‘stuff’ (and your karma) are the ingredients of your musical experience. Your mind was like a piano, no?….Thank you! Now back to plan A and my morning meditation.
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This reminds me of verse 112 from Wheel of Sharp Weapons by Dharmarakshita:
When musicians are playing a beautiful melody,
Should we examine the sound they are making
We would see that it does not exist by itself.
But when we are not making our formal analysis,
Still there is a beautiful tune to be heard,
Which is merely a label on notes and on players
That is why lovely music can lighten sad hearts.
I LOVE that, thank you 🙂
Again a beautifully written teaching…exquisitely expressed just like the music!Such skill.
Thank you,Luna.The unfindability of all the things I normally see,hear,touch and taste…Buddhism taught for the modern world..I rejoice!x
Thanks for your kindness!
Thanks Luna what a beautiful article,real nectar !
Wonderful !
I hope that I get to hear Kusunoki & that your prayer is fulfilled.