She’s rolled into surgery
and as the drugs wash over her
she tries to remember her
Medicine Buddha meditation.
The things that one grows tired of—O, be sure They are only foolish artificial things! Can a bird ever tire of having wings? And I, so long as life and … Continue reading
Basho, what is the world if it is not this uneasy faith
puddling and drying as we thrust ourselves toward the sky?
. Just as a blind man might find a jewel amongst heaps of rubbish, so this Mind of Awakening has somehow arisen in me. It is the elixir of life produced … Continue reading
Word spread across the countryside about the wise Holy Man who lived in a small house atop the mountain. A man from the village decided to make the long and … Continue reading
Summer and fall slip away; the months and years go by; yesterday is spent, and today draws to a close. Little did I know that I would grow old before I … Continue reading
Some do not understand that we must die, but those who do realize this settle their quarrels. From Great Middle Way Included in Vox Populi with permission. Buddha Shakyamuni … Continue reading