Flowers and garbage. We choose which we turn to. It’s all suchness. Faced with garbage, I wait for flowers. They come as all things do in time. Patience isn’t a bad thing, and if I cannot make the flowers grow, I will instead wait for them to arrive as they will. That is not the same as saying there are no flowers. Nor is it the same as saying there is only garbage. Nor is it saying I even know which are which. Which is funny and sad all at once. I do not wish to heap my garbage in […]
of virtual sanghas
What is there to discuss? It is as it is. Do our fumbling, stumbling efforts To set our own words, wrapped in tar, Stinking and sticky with Samsara, On the table as if roses Benefit?
Losar and thoughts…
just home from a Losar smoke offering and some hours of savory sharing with the Sangha. a quiet and introspective surfing brings am email to me in which someone thanks me for things that are likely just me displaying my profound ignorance… but which, for some reason, arrive as deeply meaningful to them.
stubbed toes and insight
a reminder stubbed once is not nice stubbed twice is a teaching stubbed three times is to be stubborn it is to ourselves we’re always preaching
Compassion, as taught by H.H. N’gak Chang Rinpoche
this item, posted to a virtual Sangha, resonates very deeply. reposting here for my own remembrance and learning as well as for the friends in the Dharma that i know visit here. may it bring the same to you as it does me.
three challenges
i love it when i run into something i didn’t know existed, so “created” for myself… then discover.
on Vajra Masters and judging skillfulness
conversation that is ringing some bells here. following it closely.
the way woo way
There seem to be two kinds of searchers: those who seek to make their ego something other than it is, i.e. holy, happy, unselfish (as though you could make a fish unfish), and those who understand that all such attempts are just gesticulation and play-acting, that there is only one thing that can be done, which is to disidentify themselves with the ego, by realizing its unreality, and by becoming aware of their eternal identity with pure being. – Wei Wu Wei
of fridays and feelings
today is a brilliant, crisp, and wholly beauteous day. there is a slight chill in the air, indication of change and inclement weather. my neck tells me it will rain on sunday, for Rinpoche’s teaching. hrm.