Buddhistdoor Global (BDG): You’ve been living in Australia for some decades now. But you have also spent many years building stupas, 8 of them by yourself, and created original thangkas. How did you balance so many projects with your teaching and practice in Australia?
Author: Teahouse
Hands of Light
can move slabs of sandstone into pyramids, if we want them to. For what pyramid was builtwithout the thought of worshipingforms, in the sky world, thesemortal dreams, these prayers ofthe unearthed, dismembered dreams,annihilated, rapturously cleansedby the invisible drumming of a shaman.
“Unlocking Buddhist Written Heritage” at the British Library
From 7-8 February, the British Library hosted a conference titled, “Unlocking Buddhist Written Heritage.” This conference featured many veteran names in Buddhist textual studies, many of whom our website has covered and interviewed over the years. The conference was held in partnership with SOAS and supported by The Robert H. N. Ho Family Foundation.
Love and Unity Must Rise to Meet Sorrow and Anxiety
I’ve written briefly about my afternoon at World Religion Day in Hong Kong, which was organized by the local Baha’i community. It took place only a couple of weeks before the coronavirus crisis took hold in Wuhan and spread across China and the world. The virus has plunged the global community into a crisis – […]
Search and Rescue
petrified metaphors a crow filledmeadow a barrier like a riverboat looking upat the sky hidden fumesin the hysteria of extinctionsomewhere helicoptered away from the delta those sharp edges like shoulderblades the land of my bodybreathed over with floodlights
Ferguson
Why am I hereWho sent meWhat secret mission am I on What enemy haveI come to wound with my goodness What quiet darkness in my heart have I come to rattle with the drumming light of activism I awaited this hourlike the wind grows out of the stillness
Tears of Tonglen
There is no timeline forshamans we dreamthrough our heart while stayingin the center letting go of the softflow of cares what we are tryingto hold without being together
Bow & Be
ThatToo Timeless&Newborn CaperingThrough What loveCan leave on those Traces of Earth EnduringThe rivers and All that May be true Maybe.My whole past, too. My heart.The lost part Of the brain.Cutting like a Samurai’s sword Touching the grassOr taking off a tight shoe Death the wayRam Dass felt it.
Like Raindrops
I am not a Buddhist (neither was he) I am a followerof the neonlight of liberation Free of being rightI strive to see how my poetry can hold many truths, all of them sentenced todeath
Driving Through Seattle
Drizzled.Plundered.Poured.Like sunlight.Like religion.Like sleet againsta car window.I am a gorgeouscatastrophe