The Blank Page

~~~  A great Zen Master traveled with his disciple to the small village that sat in the foot hills below their temple. The student was excited about their visit to the village, as leaving the temple was a rare treat and he longed for this quiet time walking with his Teacher. He was a devoted student … Continue reading

Look Hard

We are not what we were,
But we are what we teach…

Fallow Field

Our minds are like the fallow field,
Overgrown when left on their own…

Snakeskin

Friendships are like snakeskins,
Sometimes they must be shed…

From the Smallest Things

It bursts forth to life,
So small and frail,
Protected lovingly,
Shaded by family.

How Little They Know

Let slip the pain that was given you,
And in release find something new…

New Man

Would you still see who I used to be,
For, since then, I surely did grow…

The World We Create

If perception is our Mother of truth,
If our world is built on what we perceive,
Then we give all the power we wield,
To those things we choose to believe.

The Art of Listening

Recently I posted an article describing how the stillness of meditation had opened my ears to the sounds around us that go largely unnoticed. For me it postulated the idea that hearing and listening are two very different things. We hear many things throughout our busy days, but rarely are we actively listening. This difference … Continue reading

The Journey

Tung Jin, the aging Taoist Master of a rural temple in the hills outside of Nanning, was beginning to feel the weight of the many years that had passed since his birth. Although his spirit was still strong, the day to day tasks in seeing to temple business and instructing his students were becoming more … Continue reading

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