Digambara means “sky clad;” that is, digambara monks wear the air. They go naked. They have no possessions at all—their very bodies are expressions of non-attachment to this material world. We made pilgrimage to two digambara monks at a place called Kundrakundra Bhakti.
In one discussion of “self” in a lecture, we were challenged to consider the following, “Describe yourself without using your name, references to your appearance, age, profession, education, family background, material possessions, geography or ethnic heritage…”
What would be left? What words or phrases would still indicate my “selfness” (in this thought exercise I can’t even say “Stephanie-ness”)?
One lesson from this consideration is that I am a soul. We are souls, embodied souls, yes (and what fascination we have with these bodies), but the soul is our essential nature. As C.S. Lewis said, “I do not have a soul. I am a soul; I have a body.”
I think it would be an interesting and fruitful Advent or Lenten practice to be mindful of all the time and thought I spend on the material world—I love magazines like Real Simple, Cooking Light, Oprah Magazine, and catalogues, and window displays…but all of these things, recipes, home décor ideas, crafting inspiration, clothing and jewelry and food…they are all related to my material body in this life, not at all related to my soul.
It would be fruitful to take time to notice and cultivate the things that actually feed, nourish, and cultivate my soul. Music? Meditation and prayer?Acts of generosity and altruism? Taking care with my food and water use?
How can we help one another attend to our souls?
The older, bald man in the photograph is Kundakundacharya, a well known Digambara monk. We were allowed to hear him speak, and ask him questions. I asked him, “Do you look forward to death, or are you afraid of death, or do you not think of death at all?”
He answered, emphatically, “No, no—I do not think of death until the moment it comes. I am like a wick in an oil lamp; the wick does not know, and does not care, how much oil is left until the last moment, and the light is extinguished.”
As I begin the practice of thinking about my self, separate from all the things of this world, how also do I begin to lose my own fear of that eventual extinguishment?
In my own tradition, as I consider myself a child of God, what does that mean for my self, and my self after life on this earth? What do I do with my magpie-like attentiveness to all of the shiny (and illusionary) things of this world?
Great piece Stephanie. I never knew about the digambara monks’ tradition. Thank you for this fascinating and inspiring piece.
Thank you for this very insightful article.
To answer David’s question, the Digambar monks are from the Digambar sect of the Jain faith. This article describes Jain monks expressing how they live the Jain philosophy.
Best regards,
Amar