life
Driving this rusty vehicle of self…
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.
Poems From Retreat – Shambhala Mountain Center July 2014, Part I
Poems sometimes surface while on retreat. Most simply rise and then fade away, but a few linger long enough to be written down. Here the first of several from a recent retreat in Colorado mountain center Part I grasses, tall ready to seed. sage intermingled the incongruity of six bright blue flowers across … Read more