What would Buddha’s desk look like? Would it look like mine? Oh my god, would Buddha know how to think about all of these things at once? This scattered, fractured, cacophony of tasks is all one thing. Illusion suggests that it is just too many and too much. Breathe, Buddha, breathe.
“Over Nothingness
Sometimes just a few words together compose such a vision of life and universe that I experience them as literally life-saving. I do not mean that they save my physical life, though I don’t know, maybe they do. I mean that when life loses meaning, or luster or power – which can
I recently experienced a powerful little event that informed my body and psyche about the power of physically holding someone. It was metaphoric, but I got the message keenly.
The joint at the base of my right thumb went out somehow and the pain was unbelievable. All up my arm and
Work of the eyes is done, now
go and do heart work
on all the images imprisoned within you; for you
overpowered them: but even now you don’t know them.
-Rainer Maria Rilke
The morning after Christmas I awakened with the words in this title. The holiday with my daughters and their significant others had
After living like a hermit for nearly 7 years, now having a room in town and an increasingly busy life because of it, I am finding the thirst for solitude to be an issue. Previously I did not thirst, I was nearly drowning in it. A new balance demands to
Recently a friend made an observation to me about our friendship, remarking that it feels like what it was like when we were 4 or 5 years old – just so free, unfettered, unworried. It was a great way to describe the ease of our connection. I have thought about
I sleep outside each night, listen to the owls, watch the moon and hear changes in the wind. Rain comes through. Birds awake me, and bees too, so industrious in their buzzing I have to put a pillow over my head. I live on the mountain, yet attempt in the
Work of the eyes is done, now
go and do heart work
on all the images imprisoned within you; for you
overpowered them: but even now you don’t know them.
-Rainer Maria Rilke
I’m sorting myself out these last few days after travels in Africa and stops on the way home, slowing reintegrating myself back
I have been travelling recently, and will be again soon. But home life in the last years for me has been about adapting to a large degree of solitude, so that when I come home again the life of the world quickly disappears and the solitude takes over in its
My daily reading from A Year with Rilke was given the above title. It is a passage from Letters to a Young Poet which is one of my favorite volumes of all time. I first read it when I was very young, and it was as if this fellow from some