How unskillful that is,Using others’ errant ways to cover our own wanderings,to take the blanket they would like us to tuck them in with,and try
Meditating to the point of ego-nyModern meditative practices leave people dried up.Enthusiasts, at first, they later become swollen with an egotic liquid.While convinced they move
I can hear the manPerched on a platformBehind the reading standUnderneath the collarScanned by dozens of eyeballsFrozen in the expectationOf a lightbeam, of a stumble,I
By endlessly quibbling over the details of the outer posture, don’t we trap ourselves in a suffocating deadend street ? We need to allow the
You’re never alone when you sing a mantra.Even when there’s only one cushion in the dojo. Whenever you pronounce a mantra or recite the four
Humor offers a possibility to sneak into parallel universes.In a flash, the author of a joke tears apart the painting of our representations of reality.