Maybe I could see it if I had eyes on the side of my head instead of looking straight, as if I’m a fish, perpetually suspicious about the possibility of water—as if I once knew of it but have forgotten. That is, if I, a fish, believed in existence.
Reading Andrew Harvey’s 1994 book, The Way of Passion, about Rumi’s relationship with his teacher Shams i-Tabriz is a riveting and enlightening dive into the poetry Rumi produced from that time.
Whatever else it might mean, emergence implies the most intimate character of life, a constant unfolding of arising and disappearing,
My lineage is the vast space of Longchenpa, the precision of Jigme Lingpa, the tickster Patrul Rinpoche and heart of
A portal appears. I am bathed in light, warm, soft, welcoming, forgiving, familiar. It fills me with a reminder of
The tragic and glorious reality brought to us by the pandemic has been a daily encounter with impermanence, the poignant
On the home page of this site is a photo of a painting. The subject is Longchenpa, the Buddhist sage
The fourth of the Deep Adaptation 4Rs framework, along with Resilience, Restoration and Relinquishing, is Reconciliation. We imagine its meaning
What are we called to do in this time of collapse? Work harder? Think faster? Compartmentalize and multitask better? No.
If we have no fear, there is no thinking. No conceptual mind. And vice versa. No thinking, no fear. —Tsoknyi