Nothing Higher to Live For
A Buddhist View of Romantic Love
by Bhikkhu Nyanasobhano (Leonard Price) © 2005

If it is possible to live with a purpose, what should that purpose be? A purpose might be a guiding principle, a philosophy, or a value of sovereign importance that informs and directs our activities and thoughts. To have one is to live seriously — though not necessarily wisely — following some track, believing in a hub to the wheeling universe or a sea toward which we flow or an end before which all the hubbub of civilization subsides. What is your purpose, friend, or what should it be?

Perhaps most of us do not come to a clear conclusion in the matter, but this does not mean we have no purpose, only that we do not recognize it or admit it or even choose it for ourselves. In the unhappiest case nature simply takes its course, which is a turbid meandering through the swamps of desire. If life means nothing then only pleasure is worthwhile; or if life has meaning and we cannot get at it then still only enjoyment matters — such is the view of brutes and some sophisticated philosophers. It slips into the unconscious by default when we hold no other, but we are reluctant to entertain it and will rather, if we think about it, take as our purpose support of family, search for beauty, improvement of society, fame, self-expression, development of talent, and so on. But it might be fair to say that apart from these or beneath these the fundamental purpose of many of us is the search for love, particularly romantic love.

The love of a man for a woman and a woman for a man is often the floor to which people fall after the collapse of other dreams. It is held to be solid when nothing else is, and though it frequently gives way and dumps them into a basement of despair, it still enjoys a reputation of dependability. No matter that this reputation is illogical — it still flourishes and will continue to flourish regardless of what is said in any book. Love, or possibly the myth of love, is the first, last, and sometimes the only refuge of uncomprehending humanity. What else makes our hearts beat so fast? What else makes us swoon with feeling? What else renders us so intensely alive and aching? The search for love — the sublime, the nebulous, the consuming — remains sacred in a world that increasingly despises the sacred. When the heroic and the transcendental are but memories, when religious institutions fill up with bureaucrats and social scientists, when nobody believes there is a sky beyond the ceiling, then there seems no other escape from the prison of self than the abandon of love. With a gray age of spiritual deadness upon us, we love, or beg for love, or grieve for love. We have nothing higher to live for. Continue reading →

ជីវិតប្តីប្រពន្ធចាស់ជរាមានជំងឺប្រចាំកាយមួយគូ រស់នៅក្នុងខ្ទមកំសត់ ដំបូលរហែក ជញ្ជាំងធ្លុះធ្លាយ អត់មានកូនគ្មានបងប្អូន រស់នៅយ៉ាងវេទនាបានព្រឹកខ្វះល្ងាចបានល្ងាចខ្វះព្រឹក អាស្រ័យនិងអ្នកជិត ស្ថិតនៅ ភូមិកណ្តឹង ឃុំកណ្តឹង ស្រុកបាទី ខេត្តតាកែវ. Source: Seangmeng Kpt

The Sacred Relics of Buddha Sakyamuni ពិធីដង្ហែព្រះបរមសារី រិកធាតុនៃព្រះដ៏មានព្រះភាគ សក្សមុនី នៅវត្ដគិរីវង្សាបុប្ផារាម អាស្រមសមាធិសន្ដិភាព នាថ្ងៃអាទិត្យ ១១កើត ខែចេត្រ ពុទ្ធសករាជ ២៥៥៩ ត្រូវនឹងថ្ងៃទី១៧ ខែមេសា គ្រិស្ដសករាជ ២០១៦ The Sacred Relics of Buddha Sakyamuni takes place at the Kiryvongsa Bopharam Buddhist Temple on Sunday the 11th Waxing Moon of Buddhist era 2559 equivalent to April 17, A.D.2016.

They may forget what you said — but they will never forget how you made them feel. —Carl W. Buehner