Yesterday was my first time there. First impression: very unpretentious, intimate temple space. The altar isn't all that impressive if I were to use the standard of some really dignified, solemn, grand temples I've been to in Taiwan, cuz here, things are sort of random, sort of like a patchwork. There're Buddha and bodhisattva figures on stained glass; statues made of ceramics and wood; flowers real and (I assume) plastic; gongs and bowls and incense burners; small sculptures of Arhats in the glass cabinet, and Chinese calligraphy on the wall. Makes me think of some sort of mismatched collage. Obviously Mahayana / Chinese Buddhism, and clearly devotional in nature. Strangely familiar and comforting - for me, as a Taiwanese - yet different, and a little bit odd. Aesthetically speaking, it's not the most stunning where Mahayana / Chinese Buddhism is concerned. But there's something about it that warms the innermost cockles my heart. There's something touchingly sincere about this place... For one thing, I am familiar the ritual, the chanting, the recitation of the Buddha and Bodhisattva's names - it's what I had been doing all my childhood years back in Taiwan, and it's real nice and heart-warming to be able to do it here, in the US... For another, the vibes are really good, genuine and down-to-earth. Most participants are Asians: sincere, modest, unassuming, earnest, somewhat straight-laced - again similar to the Buddhists I know in Taiwan. There were also Caucasians and a few Jews wearing kippah in the audience (maybe because this is not only a Buddhist monastery, it's also the Institute for World Religions).
Daily evening worship is 6:15 to 7:15pm. Every Saturday at 7:30pm, there's talk by Reverend Heng Sure, a very good speaker. Makes the Flower Garland Sutra come alive with stories and anecdotes relevant to modern everyday life. I always love white monks, but initially I was a bit worried if he would be too moralistic for my taste since he is the disciple of Master Hsuan Hua. Well, turns out that he is wonderful. I was really moved when he played his guitar and sang the song about the Buddha's encounter with Sunita. The song (which he composed himself) was about how this "untouchable" flower scavenger, who had been suffering all his life, was awe-filled upon meeting the Buddha; and, after being accepted into the Supreme One's community of monks, eventually attained Arhathood. By then, even the Brahmans bowed before him - this once outcast and rejected, the lowest of the low - with sincere reverence and respect. It was really moving. Beautiful experience. For me it's more cultural than spiritual, though Heng Sure balances it up. I wish I had discovered this well-hidden monastery earlier. read more