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Well then there now…
What’s happening now is all there is of what’s left in your warranty. If this was your life’s last act, how would you be remembered? Don’t put anything off; put all of your energy into everything. You only have this … Continue reading
Becoming A
Have you ever seensomeone become, in this life,a bodhisattva – I mean, who wasn’t one yetwhen they started on their way? If you can becomea thing you’re not already,how is that trick done? Not through potential or work –that gets … Continue reading
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Tagged awareness, bodhisattva, daily forms, enlightenment, growth, haiku, potential, The Parable of the Plants, waka
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The Same Breath
So many choices in a moment’s tiny span; is it destiny? No matter your direction, the path will stay beneath you. The door is open. You stand at a great threshold; which way do you move? There is just air … Continue reading
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Tagged awareness, breath, choices, destiny, haiku, poetic forms, waka
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Solstice
Look: for a minute the light takes over dark as the great wheel turns. Then, in the next span of now, the shadow always grows back. There must be balance in our illusion of two – no up without down, … Continue reading
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Tagged balance, emptiness, poetic forms, seasons, solstice, tanka, waka
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The Tuition of Wisdom
True knowledge is free; it grows like roadside flowers. Who can afford it? The trick is letting it go so it can keep blossoming. Paying tuition at such a school is so hard: you owe attention. You can’t write a … Continue reading
Not So Empty
Emptiness is form; nothing has nothing in it, like air in a jar. Saying the jar owns that air is a foolish way to think. Form is emptiness; nothing has something to it that is not alone. Thinking one jar’s … Continue reading
Seasoning
Time knows no season; Spring doesn’t turn to Summer in just one moment. The now is all that exists. You cannot measure its span. Life did not begin; it is always here and now. It is infinite. Before you take … Continue reading