for daishin i took a vow to save all beingsthen one of them saved me
On Academic Learning and Teaching Buddhism
It’s been a while since I’ve blogged here! One of the downsides of entering the regular work of scheduling, editing, and news-writing over at Buddhistdoor Global has been a decline in free time to simply observe the world and muse in a way worthy of blogging. . . Oh, and I had a kid. And […]
The Chickadees
do not land in my palm because they trust me. I am a phantom they barely notice. They sense my body heat, the blood coaxed through my thin veins like tree sap, and they hear my vibrations, the way Beethoven coped with going deaf, stopping long enough to bathe their tawny-colored tongues with seed, crushed seashells of safflower and thistle, […]
Creation
Long after therules of magica lush smoke of pipe tobaccorises from thedried leaves prayers cast inthe blackand oily birth light
A New Moon Intention
The way soft white wheat burns to death in the sun, orhow dried cherry skins unfurlwhen sucked by the coolmint of spring rain, I wish for youto bloom and let go, a faint whiffof sea air flapping on the clothesline
Collectibles
at least he rememberedthe salt-sprayed breezeon their patio in Red Bankthe patio with the pistachio greenumbrella, talking about the sailboatsand sipping raspberry-peach iced teawondering out loud… how a sunsetcould look so much like candle waxmelting on the floor of an old attica few drops of citrus oil was all it took
The Sturgeon
The mechanics of suffering is not so daunting to understandit hurts for a while-gums and bellies pierced byan unseen passion… and then it is donethe savory-sweet, cherry cough syrup scentof death dries and disappears, leavingonly impressions in the ample depth of sand
Vesak in Seoul: Celebrating the Buddha’s Life
By Petya Todorova Petya Todorova is a graduate student of the Department of Global Hospitality and Tourism in Kyung Hee University, South Korea. She was granted the Global Korea Scholarship in 2019 and has been living in South Korea since August 2019. All images are courtesy of the author. I learned about Buddhism when I […]
A Mountain Prayer
I kneel so that I may remember thiswithout words, this mountain withouta wasted breath speaks and I want toremember the way I felt listened to. So I close my eyes and breathe in the aroma I smell peeled apple and peppermint, mossand dried roses, orange blossom water in my throatand I taste the words of […]