An American Lama's Thoughts on Prayer Happy holydays! May every day be a good one, just being alive as the sun dawns. Every morning I wake and take a moment to appreciate the lovely view from my bedroom window. And every day, as I take in the stillness and beauty of my little pond and surrounding woods, I wonder: Who made all of this? Wordless gratitude fills my heart and mind, body and soul each day as I begin my morning ritual, and I sense the sacred Presence transcendent over all of us yet immanent in each and every one of us, by whatever name or image-ing. Where'd it all come from, and where's it heading? The unspeakable potency of this ancient, timeless mystery instantly makes me feel grateful, standing awe-struck right amidst the miracle and amazing grace of it all. Immediately I feel enveloped in what a Christian mystic once called the cloud of unknowing, and know I don't really need to know. In this state I sit naturally to meditate, in the very heart of the matter, at home and unalone. This is what I term co-meditation, implying meditating with. All my lineage teachers and gurus are there, all the enlightened ones and spiritual benefactors, the entire invisible array. This co-meditation embodies sublime solitude and sacred silence. You too are invited and welcome to join, any time, any place spirit happens to find you. Prayer and classical chanted liturgy plays an important role in Tibetan Buddhism, although it was not much emphasized by the Buddha himself 2,600 years ago in his basic mindful awareness-cultivation teachings. Sometimes I like to enjoy indulging my natural, innocent penchant for looking up to someone or something by praying and contemplating in a theistic manner. It makes me happy and fulfills my inner needs and longings, and-momentarily, at least, "All is well and all shall be well in this, the best of all possible worlds." I'm sure many of my friends and readers can relate to this, one way or another. In fact, most western Buddhists are a lot more theistic in their thoughts and feelings than they might think. I pray in many ways, and not necessarily as my parents did or as I learned in synagogue growing up. Or even as found in sacred books and Scriptures. There are so many ways to kneel and worship, as the good poetsaint Rumi sings. Who can limit this radiant/buoyant spirit? "Attentiveness is the natural prayer of the soul" (Nicolas Malebranche). Personally, I like to co-meditate with my higher, inner power and sacred source by simply awakening in the Presence. After all, how long does it take to wake up? Only he is truly alive who is truly awake. It feels a little exposed and vulnerable to share the intimate details of my spiritual life, but people have been asking me for years and years; and now that I approach the latter stages of life, perhaps it's time to get more real and stop hiding my light under a bushel. It could be illumining. Simply making the resolve to awaken in the Presence invokes That for me. It's not very complicated. Of course this is quite personal and may not work well for everyone. I'm one man alone before the Ultimate, and that's my true existential situation.