I Know You Know
I accepted your apologyimplicitly, but the aftertasteof those emails stuck inbetween my teeth like a kernel of popcorn. I tried topick … Read More “I Know You Know”
Author: Teahouse
Founded in 1995 in Vancouver and based in Hong Kong since 2006, BDG is a multimedia platform providing English-language content on Buddhist teachings, arts, and culture. We accomplish this through features, commentary, and news on the BDG website, as well as publications and other channels.
Welcome Panic: Recognizing our Emotions Amidst this Global Pandemic
Just as the COVID-19 continues to spread and to cause chaos the world over, a wave of turmoil has been … Read More “Welcome Panic: Recognizing our Emotions Amidst this Global Pandemic”
Blue Mountain II
Anointed by the elementsyou are my blueeyed mountain jewel, my empty breeze returning togreet the lipsof a valley asleepin the sky George Cassidy Payne … Read More “Blue Mountain II”
Reduced to Zero: A Personal Experiment with Fasting
35 hours inAt Wegman’s to pick up milk for the baby. A bonanza of food. Millions of calories of food. … Read More “Reduced to Zero: A Personal Experiment with Fasting”
On Deep Listening
It has been several months since the opposition in Hong Kong swept the board in the District Council elections. The … Read More “On Deep Listening”
Narodakini
Narodakini, fragment. From exoticindiaart.com Narodakini is a Tantric goddess and a manifestation of Vajrayogini, originated from the tradition of the … Read More “Narodakini”
Have You Seen My Integrity?
It was wearing a crimson fedora and a gun metal black v neck t-shirtLast spotted down by the Batten Killunder the bridge, … Read More “Have You Seen My Integrity?”
We Need the Soil
because the roots are a gorgeouscatastrophe of gargling raindropsthose empty diamond shaped facescontaining the dreams of elderberriesbecause she fills earth’s basket with the black resinous warmth of grandmother’s handsbreaking the ruby white stalksof rhubarb and celery, reenactingeach … Read More “We Need the Soil”
96 Hours In
I’m no ******* Buddha,that’s for sure.Legend has it that he meditated and fasted for months at a time. After one moment he … Read More “96 Hours In”
Harvest Moon
laced with the benign clarity ofliquefying Moonlightmy Cherokee mother hung rattlesnake skins the same wayher grandmother leanedBull Nose peppers on long fat cedar beams letting go of the softflow of cares … Read More “Harvest Moon”