How to Survive the Collapse of the Silver Lining
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
All One Cloth
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
If You Do not Think There Are Demons…Just Wait ‘til Someone Slights You?
Demon-ghosts: Torments in the Mind Watch how you blame the world and other for your misery. Although I have been practicing Buddhism for a long time, I am continuously amazed to know that there are… If You Do not Think There Are Demons…Just Wait ‘til Someone Slights You?
Accept and Appreciate
Acceptance No matter what you think about anyone else’s mistake Keep it to yourself. Don’t mention a word of it even into your own ear. You are not flawless. You keep trying to build up… Accept and Appreciate
Do You Think You are Better Than or Worse Than Someone Else?
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?
A Poem to Take to Heart
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
A Person of the Way Fundamentally Does Not Dwell Anywhere
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 with Paste by Emily Dickinson, 1862
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
Dog on Ice
…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