Self-Realization is beginningless, endless, ever-present. It is both the path and destination. Our intellect can take us just so far as though we are at the edge of the ocean. From there, from that edge… The This & That Separates Our True Nature
We will crave privacy, a space of our own around which we can create a ring of fire or a moat. Ming Zhen Shakya Thank you, Em for this reminder to focus on… Singing and Building Our Song of the Grass Roof Hermitage PART FOUR
The old man illumines forms and their nature and knows that we share in the suffering of birth and death. Each one of us was born and each one of us will die. A Single… We All Suffer Birth & Death – A Buddhist Invitation
It is hard for us in the 21st century to image building a grass hut up in a far-off mountain range. A place we would call home! It is unthinkable. We love all our conveniences… Singing and Building Our Song of the Grass Roof Hermitage PART TWO
Only the Truth and Nothing But the Truth… So Help Me All created things are impermanent. That’s really quite a mouthful. But I’ll continue. All created things are suffering. Well, that too is true. I… How to Survive the Collapse of the Silver Lining
We are all one cloth. We all are powered from somewhere else. Consider it. All one power grid or separate bits and pieces of power grids? Are you a separate being or part… All One Cloth
Equanimity, is the Antidote to Jealousy, Envy and Thinking You Are Better or Worse Than Someone Else Equanimity is the wisdom to know the transient nature of everything. I will begin with the state of… Do You Think You are Better Than or Worse Than Someone Else?
The Third Position: Neither Here, Nor There Then, Once and Now… EF Hulsizer, 2004 It is just a matter of hitting the bell, closing the door, lighting a candle. In the past IT abides, In… A Poem to Take to Heart
December 27, 2020, Falling Off the World A cold morning below a shimmering gray-cloud illusion above. To the East, the illusion splits apart letting the pink and blue colors shimmer and peek out. The earth… A Person of the Way Fundamentally Does Not Dwell Anywhere
We play at Paste – We play at Paste – Till qualified, for Pearl – Then, drop the Paste – And deem Ourself a fool – The Shapes, tho’, were similar, And our new Hands… We play with Paste by Emily Dickinson, 1862
…despite the impossibility of tracing back a single effect to a single cause, human nature allows for no other response to an event…. there is always a determined effort to isolate an effect’s cause… Dog on Ice