Be the space where life happens, not just the person it happens to.
Things are always in the process of becoming other than what they are, that's the drift. Everything's in transit, the bags are already packed.
The question is, can we let it be that way?
The mind is like a pair of shoes. We wear them all the time, but we're not usually all that aware of them. They pick up bits and pieces of the places we go. Sand, dirt, mud, dust, shit, and piss---whatever we step in, we pick up. If we don't pay attention, then our shoes … Continue reading Taking Time to Feel
Today I described Chan meditation like this to a friend: Grass grows, wolves howl, Buddhas sit.
Sometimes, when I wake up after a deep, dreamless sleep, I think, "Thanks for the free sample of nothingness, asshole." I'm not sure who the "asshole" is directed toward. Old habits from my God worshiping days, perhaps. I miss God sometimes; God gives us something to scream at. Thinking about eternal oblivion the second you … Continue reading Death & Eternal Oblivion
Buddhism doesn't have a monopoly on emptiness. When it sailed across the Pacific and set up shop in the West, it found itself in a land with its own views and temperaments toward absence. To keep the dialogue going, we can't just bring Zen to the West, we also have to bring the West to … Continue reading Living with the Void (Meaning & Mental Illness)
I recently translated Farong's Xin Ming (Song of Mind). Unlike the Xinxin Ming, I'm not gonna post that one online, because I'm probably gonna put them both in a book, and I've been told that it's unwise to blog everything you're putting in a book since then people have no reason to buy it haha. … Continue reading Niutou Farong on Meditation