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
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
Studying Buddhism, practicing the DharmaSuddenly discovering that anger can be droppedFor there is no one left to resent, no one to be mad at,No one
Zen unites the most common situations and the deepest experiences.It unveils the most secret teachings behind trifling momentsHere and now, they uncoil their full meaning.
The traditional practice of Vipassana, through the path it unfolds under our feet, is an experiential teaching. Along this path, the pilgrim is taken by
The path of non-attachment is exhausting,On every bend, we believe we have reached the home stretchOnly to discover we are headed to another turn.On this
I know that you can seeThrough the walls, unfailingly.I know your sufferingWhen they gather with a contrived faceTo comment the paintings on the wall,The reflections
People talk about different music styles.Yet, in reality, the difference does not lay in the elements of definition we bring up in terms of harmonic
What appears to me as truly wonderful, is that the aging process does not seem to impact the sheer joy of being. This experience can
As we grow older, comes an impression of unsuitability,We feel we have become unfit for inhabiting this place. Compared to the inflamed spark thrown by
There are few people who meet so many eyes, as they go about their lives. Today, you’re telling me that you wished more for yourself,
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
Have you ever once noticed the sprightly joy with which the Spirit splashes around the various traditions ? This is a cheerful experience, and if
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
Your insecurities : they’re what keeps me away from youwhat chops my attentiveness and jerks my sentencesSo blatantly bleeding, they splash around and drown me.
Do not try to understand these words aside from the posture.They are incomprehensible. When all this appears in zazen, there is nothing to understand.Maybe a