Saturday, November 4, 2017

Self, No Self

Where then is Self? And if there is no self, who is asking? No way of knowing. If everything is practice, then all this work can get done easily. Benefit of staying focused. I sat today but I was in pain. I sat anyway. Bailed out 10 minutes before the timer. If I can't find peace and quiet I just count my breath if I cant count breath I count bananas. Nothing is ever finished Big poem or many small ones. Who knows?

Sunday, July 6, 2014

Instant Zen, Invisible Yoga

You already see it. Unless you looked. The Eye Cannot See Itself. Let movement penetrate deep into your skeleton. Skin, flesh, and bones.

Tuesday, July 1, 2014


At about the age 15 or 16, maybe in 1967, a Unitarian Universalist minister (my faith community at the time) in Clifton, Kentucky, held a weekly yoga class. Although the aim was to attract the older members of his congregation for the purposes of improved health and rejuvenation, the class was mostly young people from the surrounding area. This was the beginning of my practice. I studied and practiced lots of things down through the years, but New Age teachings (channeling, crystal healings, astrology, etc.) never really interested me much. I spent 7 years deeply involved in TM, over 30 years a Christian and Bible student. My college years brought me into deeper study of Eastern teachings as well as Asian Art. Late in 1999, during a family crisis, I was introduced to mindfulness meditation practice through the medical community, and later joined Thich Nhat Nanh’s Community of Mindful Living sanghas in Kansas and Oregon. Having now moved to Virginia, my main practice is mindfulness meditation, a little (very little) yoga and qi gong. I’m not a teacher of Buddhism or of meditation, but I have kept a daily practice since 1999. It has a history all of it’s own too. Things that influence me are: Mindfulness Meditation, Body Scan, Zazen, Qi Gong, Raja Yoga, Hatha Yoga, Tantra, Zen cooking, The Way of Tea, gardening, keeping a Bird Sanctuary, and pottery-making.

Tuesday, July 9, 2013

Why the "Comments" Are Turned On

It never occurred to me that I should disable the comments. As I'm getting back into things here I started reading other "Buddhist Blogs", and in most cases the comment option is either moderated or absent entirely. Does this suggest that the Buddhist community is not able to converse in a civil manner? Or that everyone who blogs fashions themselves as a teacher and therefore sharing the soap-box is forbidden? I find it highly amusing. Here's an image from a community garden in Austin, Texas, which seems relevant to the point I'm trying to make. So, is this or isn't this a Zen garden?

Saturday, August 20, 2011

The Blue Ridge Sutra

The Blue Ridge Sutra:
No Robes
No Bowls
No Vows
No Ordination
No Lineage
No Transmission
& Ain’t No Never Mind
And again I say, Simplify
& Shaved
Fresh Air
& Sunshine
Off the Grid,
Off the Beaten Path,
Walking Backwards.

(completed Saturday, August 20, 2011)

Saturday, November 20, 2010

2nd Hut

We must have collapsed with exhaustion, but Guide must have cared for me because I awoke comfortable, while upon the ground, with the smell of breakfast cooking in what I would soon learn was second hut. I explored the new terrain; I signed my name in the book there on the mountain, along with the inscription "All Is Full of Love" which although is not technically correct, reflected my feeling at the moment.

Monday, February 15, 2010

Second Hut

We went for what must have been hours but seemed like days. The altitude was overwhelming, an exhaustion set in that on moving slowly could cure, and moving slowly seems to be a hypnosis that saturated the consciousness. At times I felt like my heart was exploding. Maybe second hut is only a myth. Maybe second hut is only a broken heart. We could camp anywhere, but the goal 'lies ahead'. The sun is setting, and a view of the peaks lit with late day sun burns into the heart. It is hard to press on when everything seems already well beyond expectation. The guide urges on, I follow.