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I was asked a very specific question on Discord: "In the book, do they refer to Wujing more as Sēng or Heshang?" These are both variants for "monk."
Here are the results:
Sha seng (沙僧; "Monk Sha") - 814 times
Wiktionary explains that seng (僧) is a "clipping" of sengqie (僧伽), a transliteration of Sangha, or the "community of monks, nuns, novices and laity."
Sha heshang (沙和尚; "Teacher/Priest Sha") - 94 times
As for heshang (和尚), it is "[b]orrowed from Prakrit 𑀉𑀯𑀚𑁆𑀛𑀸𑀅 (uvajjhāa), 𑀉𑀅𑀚𑁆𑀛𑀸𑀅 (uajjhāa), 𑀉𑀚𑁆𑀛𑀸𑀅 (ujjhāa), 𑀑𑀚𑁆𑀛𑀸𑀅 (ŏjjhāa, 'teacher; religious teacher'), all from Sanskrit उपाध्याय (upādhyāya, 'teacher; preceptor; spiritual adviser'."
I didn't know the etymology of these terms until now. Very interesting.
thank you everyone who has sent me messages, who has commented on my blog, who has made me feel so heard and valued that i feel the need to organize this little community journal of mine. thank you for everyone who has come to me for advice, with curiosity and new ideas, wanting to know more about my syncretism between hellenic polytheism and buddhism. i've gone through all of my posts and organized the tags, both for the ease of others and my own use (i've also removed the phrasing 'hellenic' unless followed by 'pagan' or 'polytheist')
ideally all my posts on grecobuddhism and more are now easy to find. i used basic tags so i'm sure it's imperfect, but it's better than not trying at all. i've updated my introduction post to add a tag index, explaining all of the tags (leaving out a few self-explanatory ones) so that this blog is easier to navigate. i'm just honored that there are enough of you showing enough interest that this is even necessary. thank you to my personal temple, thank you to my ragtag sangha, thank you thank you thank you!
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Compassion arises like an itch, spontaneously and without effort. It requires no special tending or intention beyond the practice of being with what is.
In the cultivation of awareness, one naturally takes note of (and accord with) the implications of one’s glimpsing of one’s true self. Namely, that its limits are boundless, and that every variety of experience is natal to one’s being.
From this experiential vantage, a universal sense and flow of compassion emerges as the very act of according with reality.
This compassion isn’t tropic, and it often doesn’t fit the performative mold of attempts at the cultivation of compassion for compassion’s sake.
Rather this compassion is more dispositional in nature- transmuting anger with sadness, and through the great gate of sadness reaching through to touch the heart of all beings, beneath the play of greed, anger, and ignorance, to what those things give rise to shield- namely, the self unknown.
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You're used to hiding your relationship with Sangha. Split second glances, escaping to empty rooms or the cover of thick bushes, sometimes even in closets just to get a moment alone. Pretending you don't know a thing about him in a crowded room. Always so isolated, like you can't even touch him.
Yet you're the same person brushing your fingers through his hair on quiet mornings, an intimate moment for no one else's eyes. You're the one pressing a hurried kiss to his lips before you part when you hear even the slightest hint of footsteps. You're the one promising that someday it'll be different.
But even you're not so sure, even when Sangha swears you know everything. From escape routes in the castle to battle strategies, your brain always seems to have the answers. You aren't confined to the same rules Sangha is, and it gives you the freedom of imagination, hope, and creativity. You aren't there just to dress in fancy suits and say a few words to appease the crowd. You have purpose.
Some of it involves standing at a post for hours keeping watch, completely still even when your legs start to ache and your neck cramps uncomfortably under your helmet. Other moments are spent less rigidly. When you allow yourself to breathe, to feel, to love. Those are your favourite. When Sangha's flushed skin is underneath your fingertips and you call him king just to tease him. When he asks if one day you wouldn't have to hide, and you start to imagine the possibilities just as vividly.
If maybe, one day, you might rid yourself of your stiff armour and adorn a garment sewn by royal seamstresses. If a tiara might one day nestle itself in your hair, and if that moment comes, will it fit perfectly in its place the way Sangha's crown always looks? Or will it know the head it touches is not of a royal bloodline—that you are everything forbidden.
For a prince with so many rules boring down on him and so much pressure to be perfect, Sangha has always been free-spirited and untroubled by the restrictions of royal expectations. His laughter is soothing like the wind. His hair smells of fresh roses and warm summer sun. His pearly teeth that show themselves when his lips spread in a wide smile are prettier than the riches and jewels kept hidden in the royal treasury. It doesn't matter if Sangha is in his best suit or an old tunic, for he's always breathtaking. Anyone would be able to tell that he is royalty.
It's in his perfect posture and innumerable questions he loves to ask you. Ones that encourage you to stop and ponder things you never would have given a second of time. You think that if one day he ever stops asking them, a piece of your heart will rip right out of your chest. You are living as much for Sangha as yourself. You move forward for him more than anyone else, and you bear the burden of it for him as well.
If your relationship is ever caught, it will be you who pays the price. You who will be stripped of your place amongst the respected palace guards. Your wealth will be stolen, your honour trampled. But even if that day comes, you would still do it all again. If only for one last chance to see Sangha smile at you while you whisper one more time that he is all yours, that one day, things would be different.
