poetry, photography and reflections on life, aging, and dharma
The other night, I was lying in bed before sleeping. The house was still, my wife asleep beside me, my dog snoring softly in her bed across the room. Amid this deep quiet, I began to try to feel all of the sensations that were rising to my mind from each of the senses. And … Read more
Actions refuse to be undone. whatever merit you’ve gathered turns to dust, blows away on the icy winds of hell. Two Poems on the karma of anger.
As the clouds began to part, there was still more disappointment – “I thought it would be bigger” I heard. “It’s not very red, is it?” said a teenage girl standing with her friends. Slowly, the hill began to empty, the air growing colder as it neared 9 pm.
One classic Buddhist image of ‘self’ is of waves in the ocean, each somehow distinct but each still entirely of the water, inseparable from it. I like to think of each of us as a local concentration of sentience, of mind, of life force. Why the universe has chosen to organize itself this way I have no idea; but I think it does — moreover, I think it’s through this manifestation that the universe expresses itself and looks to experience itself.
This week I headed up a local trail here in Park City with a good friend- an hour or so of decent uphill, and I remembered this post from last summer. When I revisited it this morning, I decided to re-post it as the first of a series of “Reflections” that have been cooking for … Read more
