Notes on a Buddhist path
Yesterday evening as the sun was tipping its brilliant countenance towards the horizon, my dear cat, Clause, died in the warm embrace of my bedroom in the care of someone who was not me.
Awash. That word resonates for me in such a profound way, especially in these times of the pandemic.
Come to the edge.We might fall.Come to the edge.It’s too high!COME TO THE EDGE!And they came,and he pushed,and they flew. ~~Christopher Logue It’s been nearly five years now since I left the world. I still recall the look on my friends’ and co-worker’s faces when I told them that I was heading off to […]
There was a moment last year as twilight bloomed across the sky, when I glanced out the windows of our vihara and noticed a marvelous play of light and dark in the nearby aspen grove. The ebony shadows of the forest pressed themselves against the brilliant etched whiteness of the aspens. Night existing next to day. Separate, yet so close.
It’s funny how a life can change with just one step in a new direction. How the years of contemplating that step one day come to placing our singularly intention on the new ground that has been waiting for us and for this one rare and precious moment to arise.
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