I am not breaking apart. I am not coming undoneI am not washed up I am breaking open And it’s about time It’s okayI trust my path
Dukkha, to ride a bike, barbershop
The Buddhist Short Story Game: you give me a Buddhist-themed noun, an action, and a location, and I create the story. Today, I was given the noun “Dukkha” (Pāli for suffering), the action “to ride a bike,” and a location “barbershop.” Hope you enjoy the read! Wayne closed his front door behind him, shutting out […]
Spider Bite
a kissso patient still in themouth a seedcrouching stinglessbuzzing coveredwith pink and emeraldbeadwork
No Order of Things
my feet knit the socksthat knit her knitting-needlesthat knit herand send her to the riverwhere she finds the rockthat sets her on a pathto where i’m waiting for herthough neither of us knows it
NO
Frost on the ground,Condensation on the window.Maybe something brittlebroke along the way; I’ve learned there’s no such thingAs a perfect triangleAnd now there doesn’t seemThat much to say. Between seasons,Colours indistinct,Painted life in shadesNot quite of grey, No stone to be castBetween guilt and innocence,And now there doesn’t seemThat much to say. Water on the […]
To Leave Something Behind
is our first religion our most primeval ritual to be remembered by those who have been nearly forgotten is the holiest experience
Scene From a Shaker Cemetery
The unmarkedtombstones leavean impression The elemental needto tell someonethat you were here The same reason the cave people in Lascaux wrote on walls The eternal battle betweensimplicity and pride the primal urge to leave a mark on the earth, and the spiritualquest to disappear entirely
Frederik L. Schodt’s “My Heart Sutra: A World in 260 Characters”
The pithy Heart Sutra is celebrated as perhaps the most profound Mahayana Buddhist scripture that remains relatively famous and accessible, frequently appearing not just onstage at pop stars’ concerts in China but also referenced in East Asian films and Japanese manga. For forty years, this Buddhist text has hung on the bedroom wall of Frederik […]
I Exist
I am garbagewhite trash a categoryother than my skin I am wastedall of the time with the passing of the centuries a fruitfly intriguedby love
Gratitude: Silent Recitation for Falling Asleep
By Dogo Graham Thank you, pillows. Thank you, mattress. Thank you, sheets. Thank you, duvets. Thank you, floor. Thank you, ceiling. Thank you, walls. Thank you, windows. Thank you, door. Thank you, electricity. Thank you, water. Thank you, neighbourhood. Thank you, city. Thank you, country. Continue, with or without words.