If the mind is like a cloth, and all experiences (including the experience of self) are folds and wrinkles in it, then who’s folding the cloth? This is what we identify with, ya know? If we just identified as a fold—a product of the mind—from the get-go, then there’d be no problem. Instead, this fold […]
The old model for Buddhist teachers isn’t really suited for Western society. The old model paints teachers as aloof authority figures who are either only concerned with a student’s practice, or they pose abstract riddles and are only concerned with the student answering them in a visceral, spontaneous way. They lay down the law and […]
Always aware of his errs, He draws closed the blinds, The rays of better judgment Acknowledged by squinting eyes, But cast aside by an adventurous mind. A martyr for poetism, He continues without respite In the name of glorious Imperfection. Come one, come all! Behold the incredible Drowning Man! Why does he drown? He’s just […]
No. That’s all. Have a nice day. Alright, so I guess it’s unskillful to just leave it at that. There’s been a long debate in Buddhism, especially Zen, about sudden vs. gradual enlightenment. Sudden enlightenment means that “good works” like meritorious actions, meditating, keeping the precepts, or even holding Right Views are beside the point. […]
Short talk on Right Speech.
So, I think I want to write a book of poetry and prose about the human condition in all of its messy glory. Odds are, I’ll end up self-publishing it like I’ve done in the past, but ya never know. Some of the things I’ve posted on here will get tossed into it, but I’ll […]
So, this was awesome. We got to sit down with the author of the books Zen Confidential and Single White Monk, Shozan Jack Haubner. http://thetattooedbuddha.com/wp-content/uploads/2018/02/TTB-Podcast-Jack-Haubner.mp3 I love working with The Tattooed Buddha. It’s amazing how much it’s become a part of my life.
We stopped talking when things got too real, We stopped embracing when she knew my feelings. A man of honor has a bleeding tongue, Holds himself close so as to never harm The ones who love him. He suffers. Pain in her presence and agony apart, That cutting gray of mind thus parting. But a […]
I dig open rooms without any furniture, clean walls without any frames. I dig the fragrance of books, rubber, and burning leaves. I dig the lullaby of footsteps, whispering trees, cars passing, and clacking hooves. I dig the way water moves. I dig towering clouds, floating mountains on the horizon, and tiger lilies burning bright […]
There is much in life Too enjoyable for me to enjoy. Opium, ecstasy, cocaine; High-priced hookers, Exotic champagnes. Utter solitude On a mountain peak, Fields of bliss Oceans of peace. Over-thinking – The most enticing of all! Drowning in neural sparks, Chasing thoughts the span of years; Light years! Beyond the reaches, Boundlessly leaping with […]
A villanelle poem presenting a metaphor for reality.