The Sacred
is when you knowthat shoveling the drivewayis a Catholic massand eating at Red Lobster is the same as receiving communion, that’s prayerand meditationa Yoga when taking a shower is baptism and going … Read More “The Sacred”
is when you knowthat shoveling the drivewayis a Catholic massand eating at Red Lobster is the same as receiving communion, that’s prayerand meditationa Yoga when taking a shower is baptism and going … Read More “The Sacred”
We see a single incandescent light beneath the pond,a flash at the bottom of four stemmed glasses, as if we were still in the Orleanais,where … Read More “As Benedictines”
The gods dwell where counting failsand answers are not held together by one, two, or three. The gods dwell where the thunder … Read More “Where the Gods Dwell”
There is a forest that I return to when I can’t get away from the pulsationsof thinking. A forest of tombs … Read More “The Mud Softer Than Ivory”
There is a hushfrom the beginningof time, where youcan hear yourselfblink. It’s calledimmortality. The rumbling timbers. Those extinct tracks. There is … Read More “There is a Hush”
Down where fingershold a windscourged turbulence,lurid and buriedin the fractures, your mountain graceblisters like iron smelted, and the mosaic of youreyes light … Read More “Grace Peak”
Ascorbic acid tabletswon’t quench my thirst. I want the secret sourcesof the Hudson, log bridges,and vanished paths. Hydrating oil-in-lipstickwon’t cover … Read More “Close to Timberline”
Photograph by Jens Kolk When I was 9, I knewthat I was ugly. I did notknow how, but I knew. … Read More “A Sound Reminding Me”
This image, shot by photographer Ding Zuhe and called, “Monk’s Posture,” won first prize in the China category for National … Read More “Postcard from Raymond: “Monk’s Posture””
In Bangladesh, a short term monastic experience is highly regarded by every male Buddhist. Some join the monastic order permanently … Read More “My Journey to Become a Monk”