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Zazen

Breathing in and outIsn’t just for the cushion;It’s the entire thing.If you practice just sitting,This moment is everywhere. Try to stop breathing, And your attention can’t last;You are mind and body.Pretending at something elseRequires a lot of thinking. Everything you … Continue reading

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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

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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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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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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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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

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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

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