Why is it impossible to find a portrait of the...
I’ve never considered myself buddhist but things lately have convinced me otherwise. While the practice of buddhism has morphed over time like a spiritual game of telephone, the more I’ve prodded into the Dharma, the more that has fallen away. First it was about understanding buddhism as a reaction to hinduism but still set in the hindu worldview. Then it followed that buddhists are...
Me: Why does everything have to be turned into a lesson? I had my winter jacket for 8 years and then some drunk wench swiped it from the bar. Joke's on her though; it's riddled with fleas and heroin.
Mom: Whose heroin?
Me: It's not a big deal. I'm just holding onto it for this homeless guy who chills outside my apartment building.
Me: This is turning into a three excedrin morning.
Banish the word ‘struggle’ from your attitude and your vocabulary....– Hopi Elders
FTS: follow the sound
I wonder if Reiki can cure a hangover...
When the power of Love overcomes the love of Power, the world will know peace.– Jimmy Hendrix
A little initiation sickness can be a good thing. It tells you that you did something right, that Things are shifting on a very base level and displacing old energies and habits. But it’s also a bitch. For Reiki, everyone goes through an attunement cleanse after they’ve been hooked into the energy-consciousness of the Tao. It pours through you, flooding every chakra, every nadi to...
I feel like a yin-yang...
…this is something I’ve said before. But now it’s different. Reiki is the fascinating art of using the great Tao in action to shift and sift the energy-consciousness of the cosmos. This art supposedly requires “attunements” to rise to different levels of mastery. Yet I pose this question: who gave the first practitioner his or her first attunement? Who can initiate...
You have to go nowhere, sir.– Hathanath
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Directly upon encountering the dharma, we will abandon the law of the world.– Dogen
A pink frivolous sea floats white lotus flowers on champagne bubbles. A foot with the lightest touch may begin the first step of a thousand long miles. Crossing the ocean of awareness in leaps, bounds, and babysteps, the yogi finds sport in the divine’s lila and never stops dancing.