Bio-graph

The mind is rustlingclothes, sound shadowsand deadening echoes. The feel of her proximityand the wall when a blindman is walking too close. Like black panthers, all of usfind our way by vibrations, when the night gets too dark.And in the morning, the mind isa patch of parsley green moss onthe white flesh of birch trees. The ones my daughter […]

The Pedagogy of Prajwal Ratna Vajracharya: Student-Teacher Perspectives

Prajwal Ratna Vajracharya does not need much introduction in the world of Buddhist dance. Much has been written and shot about Charya Nritya, but less often discussed is the pedagogical interplay between teacher and student – the dance, in a sense, between the transmitter of knowledge and those to whom knowledge is being transmitted. While […]

After Breathing

I notice.Everything. How the inkon my paperhas more thanone color of blackand feels delicate as silk. The hard plastic wheels of a stroller scraping the gravel. Like crackling embers,the stillness of a solitary pineneedle sighing in the breeze.An eternal thing, like bloodflowing for its own sake. That spring taskof bringing life again. Or the neighbor’s Calico […]

Bread

Contained in a kernel of wheat,bound by unseen chains of patterns,each branch comes alive with waterand heat. Alive with the digestionof the universe. So we pray: Give usthis day our daily bread, and forgive usour trespasses, as we have forgiven those who trespass against us, notknowing how we were made to rise. George Cassidy Payne is a poet from Rochester, NY. His work […]

Stillness

Mindfulness is noticingstillness, how the ink on my paper has more than one color of black and feelsfluid as silk. It’s noticing the stillness of a solitary pine needle pulsing in the sighing wind. Andthe acrobatic foraging of a squirrel jumping from limb to limb withunhesitating spontaneity.It’s the neighbor’s Calico slouching,preying, lifting each paw as a ninjawould around a corner, while abovethe […]

The Life Waiting for Us (For Joseph Campbell)

You are not living unless youhave at least one crisis beforebreakfast. The crisis of adventure. The crisis of receiving supernatural aid. The crisis of not receiving it. The crisis of meeting with the Goddess and being spit on. Or being embraced likea child. The crisis of faith that is not knowinghow much faith is enough, and whenfaith becomes its […]