Bhikshuni Sama: Without Argument
When I was young, my mother told me that I would find true happiness only in marriage.
Bhikshuni Vijaya: Keep Going
Sometimes the most direct path is not a straight line.
Louie Skipper: Every Guide
Even in death a man who sets out to find himself
has already lost his way.
Bhikshuni Ubbiri: A Voice Calling Back
84,000 daughters, all named Jiva, have died and been buried here in this boundless cemetery you call a world.
Ikkyu: Love Letters
love letters
sent by the wind and rain, the snow and moon
Bhikshuni Chitta: On the Wind
At the top of the mountain, I spread my outer robe on a rock to dry, set down my staff and bowl, took a deep breath, and looked around.
Bhikshuni Anyatara: Out in a Field
Then one morning, there I was, an old woman.
Where had I gotten in all those years on the Path?
That night I slept out in a field, and it rained.
Peter Schireson: Last Night in the Freshness that Followed a Summer Rain
How we looked into each other, how we danced through vampire nightclubs,
our intentions green and full of desire…
Buddha Shakyamuni: Diamond Sutra
a dream, a cloud, a flash of lightning:
view all created things like this
Peter Schireson: Good Morning
Across the street, Ginkgo
sway in the breeze
like a gospel choir.