Afghanistan
Sometimes they say the dharma is not pretty
which means that one day you will know
maybe many lives from now
that lock and load is not the road
to our survival.
Category: Poetry
Stray Thoughts
Here by the water the only constant is the wind, the waves behave as if they couldn’t be bothered to
Gratitude
Gratitude, I am your listening post,perched on the shoulders of mountains,in the grasses, in your granite faces,reclining in the long
No Time To Lose
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.
This Time
In this time of Covid, economic upheaval, the climate monster bearing down on us, unrest and uncertainty, many are suffering.
My Lineage
My lineage is the vast space of Longchenpa, the precision of Jigme Lingpa, the tickster Patrul Rinpoche and heart of
This Creaking Wagon
These bones are now but drying dates shriveling in the sun. In the morning, they squabble with each other like
Listen For The Beloved
Listen for the Beloved. The walls fall down. Listen for the Beloved. The Stories wither to dust. Listen for the
Hellbender Salamander
Tell me again how we all came from the same place. Where you are here, opening your palm to the shaking
Cold
My shivering spends the last energy I have to forage a cup of hot chocolate. Then again, there is the
Spontaneous Presence 