Elizabeth Jacobson: Dear Basho,
Basho, what is the world if it is not this uneasy faith
puddling and drying as we thrust ourselves toward the sky?
Susan Sonde: Random Motion
Lord, pledge all Your juices. I come alone tonight and solitude narrates what my voice sees in the klieg lights of December. The earth evolves . under its belt of … Continue reading
Shantideva: Rising Moon
. 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
Tales of the Holy Man
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
Tashi Nyima: Humility
Humility is not thinking less of myself, but rather thinking of myself less. I am neither the best nor the worst —both extremes are manifestations of pride. The frog sings, … Continue reading
Tashi Nyima: The Five Liars
The aggregate of form, the material body, tells me where I am. The aggregate of feeling tells me how I am. The aggregate of perception tells me what I am. … Continue reading
Tashi Nyima: When Our Loved Ones Die
The true reason that we grieve for them is not that they have died, but rather that we miss their presence in our lives, and what they shared with us. … Continue reading