Having grown bored with wisdom, resting by an old fence of fist sized rocks, chalk whiteas baby powder, the young man leans back and shuts his eyes, recognizing the subtle earthiness of not knowinghow a few drops of water spins sugar nests from grain.
personal growth
First, We Must Go to the Edge
First, we must go to the edge of the world A place that can not be found by traveling a straight line. For to look down over the edge requires more than eyesight.
Your calling
to be a teacherthe place insidethat invites respect your lightyour graceyour children I honor…
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.
my favorite cage
is made of porcelain white bars, surroundedby ringlets of fire, red hot and orangeas daisies consumed bythe summer sun. Those cornerless bars, alive and fierce as fractals, daring me to eclipse my freedom.
Speaking of Humility
By Master Jingzong; translation by the Pure Land School Translation Team The human mind is like the earth. It possesses Buddha-nature and oceans of wisdom but is filled with the worthless debris of egotism and has lost its usefulness. If we use the shovel of humility to dig out the dust of arrogance and restore the […]
Bread
Contained in a kernel of wheat,bound by unseen chains of patterns,each branch comes alive with waterand heat. Alive with the digestionof the universe. So we pray: Give usthis day our daily bread, and forgive usour trespasses, as we have forgiven those who trespass against us, notknowing how we were made to rise.
Your Words Are the Path
It doesn’t matter thatno one cares. Keep writing. Do it.It doesn’t matter. Thevoice that tells you howit’s crap.The voice thatsays it doesn’t matter. The one that tells youthat good is notgood enough. That one. The one that doesn’twant you to create anythingbecause it is trying to savewhat it knows. The voicethat tells you that it knowsbut doesn’t. Keep writing. […]
Spiritual Melodies: Tully MacKay-Tisbert
The landscape of America is dotted with Christian influences, from the lamentations of oppression and hope of liberation that fused with African influences to form the melancholy blues, to the Christian rock that arose in the 1960s to become a formidable force of conversion in mega-churches. It is extraordinary that the culture of a republic […]