This Drifting, Wandering Life

September seems to be slipping by quickly, and the last few mornings have felt autumnal, with chill in the air, even as it warms in the middle of the day. I am running around trying to take care of last-minute things before flying to England for a month-long visit. It will be colder there, for […]

Dogen

‘Dogen drew a circle in the air with his whisk, held up the whisk, and said: If I hold this up, you call it buddhas appearing in the world. If I put it down, you call it the ancestral teacher coming from the west. If I draw a circle, you call it what is protected and […]

Sekkei Harada

‘When you think, your whole body from your head to your toes is thinking, and that is all. But we have the idea that there is some “mind” inside of us that is operating and creating thought. For that reason, we believe that “I” and the thoughts that arise in “me” are something separate. But […]

Silvia Boorstein

‘To perfect my truthfulness I need to be able to tolerate seeing clearly all of who I am and all of what is happening. I need to not feel ashamed or afraid. If I pay attention calmly and steadily, my mind will be unbiased and its secrets will reveal themselves to me in an honest, […]

Michael Stone

‘When we are safe in our own bodies, we have a ground from which to step out into the world.’ (Awake in the World) I always get a lot of reading done at Wilbur, and when I was packing for my recent trip, I chose to take the one book of Michael’s that I possess. Opening […]

Sharon Salzberg

‘Fear is the primary mechanism sustaining the concept of the “other”, and reinforcing the subsequent loneliness and distance in our lives. Ranging from numbness to terror, fear constricts our hearts and binds us to false and misleading ways of viewing life. The fallacy of separate existence cloaks itself in the beguiling forms of our identifications: […]

Joshu

With an empty stomach I look at smoke rising from nearby kitchens. Having bidden farewell to dumplings and steamed bread last year, my mouth still waters thinking of them. There is little room for mindfulness but much for despair. From a hundred neighboring houses, no one gives to the monastery. Visitors come for tea, but […]