There’s a place in practice for passion. I’m a hard-line, “Don’t pick anything up that isn’t already there,” kinda guy. We stumble on practice with particular tools, quirks, and traits that are natural to us, and those are what we use from beginning to end.
peace isn’t a feeling. Peace is our disposition toward feelings. The human mind is a bifurcated mess, sliced by meta-cognition. It’s that meta mind that meditation and mindfulness address.
I find myself strained, Dear Reader. Lost at sea now for almost a week. The stresses of last year finally hit me after a short jog on Saturday. Elated for a moment, my dysfunctional brain interpreted the adrenaline as a fight or flight situation. And my immune system decided that my body was the threat, […]
Buddhism is an Ouroboro Subjected to the same laws it proposes Unable to escape its own premises The Original Mind has no -isms Without Stupas, Sutras, incense and statues Without robes, chants, and midnight prostrations Without a code, a creed, or indoctrinated preferences Without without, nothing lacking, no absence Unbound and unadorned, without a dwelling […]
We all have an inner monologue; that persistent stream of thought that spills from our mouths as words, and even spills over into our dreams. It’s imperative to know that this monologue isn’t us, and we can prove to ourselves it isn’t us. Just for one second, stop reading and then—in the middle of a […]
The Sutras often ask us to have a maternal attitude toward things, including meditation. Approaching meditation with a stern, analytical, or goal-oriented mindset is as counterproductive as nodding off or daydreaming—maybe even more so. Goal-oriented meditating can fool us into thinking we get it when we really don’t. Really, that thought, “I get it!” is […]
The dictionary defines free will as, “The power of acting without the constraint of necessity or fate; the ability to act at one’s own discretion.” Free will vs. determinism has been a hot issue in the West for thousands of years. Some think that we’re autonomous agents with wills of our own, that we always […]
Wei’ling was an off-the-map village in ancient China, but it had one feature that set it apart: the silent, faceless, bell-ringing monk. The movement gradually formed over several months. It all started one morning when, out of the blue, a slight monk walked slowly through town, striking a small bell every tenth step. The monk’s […]
Happy alone, no vibes To fill this vacant world My door is always open But invitations never sent True love is but a dream Until the chase is over And all fears given To yesterday
Together with water, a bucket, and space There are reflections in the circle All things are like this Ears, sounds, and consciousness give rise to hearing Perception gives rise to the winter birdsong If just one is missing, the birdsong is gone Without the bucket, space, and water There is nothing reflected in the circle […]