Last week I wrote about the meaning, or more accurately, the non meaning of life. Since then I have been doing a bit of pondering about that concept and struggling with the definition of a meaningful existence. Writing about non meaning and living it are two ends of a very thorny spectrum. I can intellectualize […]
Notes on a Buddhist path
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Something good
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.
Divine Disenchantment
When Dorothy peered behind the curtain in The Wizard of Oz her world fell apart. All that she hoped for, all her dreams, all her plans dissolved in the sudden awareness that no great and powerful being could save her, could rescue her from the suffering of loss or satisfy the cravings that beset her, and her companions.
I know just how she must have felt.
Sight lines
Both gentle and bombastic purveyors of the worldly visited my cushion and walking paths of practice. Welcoming everything, this being enjoined with mindfulness, concentration and wisdom, and they became my three sisters of compassion.
The Owl
There was an owl that was a constant sight on my daily walks of the summer. I would spot him sitting still and silent, a graven image of my misplaced idolatry.
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