On Calm Abiding Meditation
Why do we ask why?
It definitely does; you’ve got a great eye for detail. John’s Mind is now, officially, “Salty Dharma.” My entire approach to practice has changed recently, so I thought it’d be fitting if this blog reflected that. I was gonna go with “Red Rock Dharma,” but, I don’t know, it just didn’t totally jive with me. […]
So, John’s Mind is no longer going to be John’s Mind. Since the content around here is pretty much split between non-fiction Buddhist whatnots and poetry, I’ve made another blog for all my non-Buddhist writing. This is because I’m not a fan of proselytizing. Also, if you dig poetry—but not Buddhism—why not just give you […]
If we understand impermanence but still suffer, then we don’t understand impermanence.
On dealing with your stupid.
“Vast emptiness, nothing holy.” With that single line, Bodhidharma destroyed the universe. He toppled everything, even Buddhism—even the message and the words themselves. To the untrained eye, it might seem like he was inviting us into nihilism. Which is fine, really, nihilism has a lot of great points if you approach it skillfully. If you […]
I used to think I’d eventually stumble on some paradigm or insight and think, “This is it!” and it, ya know, actually be it. Now, it’s apparent that that’s never gonna be the case. Views are tools, and even a truth is only as valuable as it is useful. I’m a syncretist. I go deep […]
Originally posted on Speculative Non-Buddhism:
[Adam Greenfield’s most recent dispatch from London helps us think about the issue of practice that is so important to readers of this blog. Go here to subscribe to Adam Greenfield’s occasional dispatches. -GW] A Dispatch from Adam Greenfield* As I so often do, I found myself in a bookstore the other day,…
Somewhere out there, right now, someone is taking a crap outside. Just right there, on the ground. Maybe they’re drunk, maybe not—we have no way of knowing. And somewhere else, the Aurora Borealis is bedazzling the eyes of tourists while the locals carry on without ado. Miles away, a gazelle is racing across the land, […]
Souls aren’t given, they are cultivated, They’re nourished, assembled, wound, Woven, and stitched. They’re painted, They’re written—they are composed, Performed, danced, and sung. People aren’t born until they Give birth to themselves The wet birth is the Exchange of the embryo From the mother’s womb To the womb of the world, To which so many […]