C(om)mitment to an effort is a hard thing for many to accept. It is easier to just go skiing or snowshoeing than it is to train for skiing and snowshoeing. Then again, it’s easier to just eat a Snickers bar than to will oneself not to. Easier to just get drunk and forget problems than to stand sober to their challenge. For those who have touched bliss through the discipline of training there is no longer a question of “easier” or “harder.” There is only the Path Higher. For those who battle against mainstream mediocrity born from an addiction to comfort and duality a sagacious fulfillment of a much Higher sort is realized. It is..
It has often intrigued me how some Buddhist masters I know ask one simple question of people who approach them for teaching: “Do you believe in a life after this one?”
last night; 3:14am Brother Bear dances into my chicken coop, rips off the roost door and consumes our precious “Hanu” (as in Hanuman) before i run naked into the cold night, wielding a flashlight and barking like a mad dog possessed to drive the bruin back into the night…
My delight in death is far, far greater than
The delight of traders at making vast fortunes at sea,
Or the lords of the gods who vaunt their victory in battle;
Or of those sages who have entered the rapture of perfect absorption…
often people ask me, “Oh my GOD you have SUCH a BEUAUTIFUL DAUGHTER!!!”
to which ilg must reply do to my Dharmic Devotions; “Dewa only came THROUGH us, she is not ‘ours’…she is -like the rest of us – a child of God.”
that tends to shut them up…