I wish I could've helped her; I wish I could've done more. But there's a part of this path that I can't share with you. It's a passion, a current, a deep love for the story.
Sometimes I'm an idealist; life is beautiful and bright, all is mind and everything can be done. Sometimes I'm the cynic; life is ugly and dark, all is senseless and nothing matters. My life has been a battle between these two. I pray to Fuck that the cynic doesn't win. I don't want nihilism to … Continue reading The Confusion of Oblivion & Being
"Dharma" means teaching, but it also means the natural laws that these teachings point to... all we have to do to grok the Dharma is to pay attention, because the true nature of things is always in plain sight.
What is love (Baby don't hurt me, don't hurt me, no more... sorry, I couldn't help it). From a biological perspective, love is a cocktail of neurotransmitters arousing specific neural pathways related to reward. From an evolutionary standpoint, it's a means to reproduction. Sexual attraction draws us to a mate, but love keeps us with … Continue reading Is Love Delusional?
When you Google "Samatha," you'll probably find dozens of sites talking about focusing on the breath. They're not wrong, the breath is a huge part of samatha (tranquil abiding), but it's not the only part. Tranquil abiding teaches us how to stop relying on impermanent things for permanent satisfaction. Instead of trying to control everything … Continue reading The Three Practices of Samatha Meditation
Zen, Chan, Seon, or Thien is a way of doing things. It's a way of walking, talking, eating, sleeping, drinking, laughing, listening, feeling and fucking that reflects the way things are. I could go into Buddhist philosophy here, but I'm won't, because philosophy tends to fill our heads with bullshit to the point that we're … Continue reading Back to Basics: What is Zen?
There's one person sitting on the shore who's dripping wet. There's another person sitting on the bottom of the lake who's never been wet. Which one is Buddha? Thousands of years ago, on Vulture Peak, the Buddha plucked a flower and Mahakashyapa smiled. Why? Because, at the same time, that never happened. On one hand, … Continue reading The Two Truths & A Plucked Flower