This morning, I took up the pen again as a part of my spiritual practice. Writing three pages each morning has changed me a thousand little times.
the unruly buddha
A collection of 14 posts
Engaged and Active
When we engage with what’s happening around us, we move into an active, engaged space where we can see and accept it all.
The Unruly Buddha Sits in Class
It was the oddest thing, for the teacher’s mouth was moving and sound was coming out, but the sound was just the kkkkkksssssshhhhh of tires on a road. Road noise.
Same/Different
Clouds float up to the sky. Rain falls down to the ground.
The Outrage Engine and the Ego Machine
Google creates the illusion of a cyber-self. The mind creates the illusion of Self. Their operation is surprisingly similar.
Everything Passes. Everything Changes.
Mountains erode. Continents drift. Planets orbit stars which orbit the centers of their galaxies which move through space and time at unimaginable speeds.
The Unruly Buddha Tells Stories
When the unruly buddha was very young, he used to tell himself stories. In bed, when he was supposed to be asleep, he would spin yarns, fantastic fictions that kept him awake well into the night.
The Bark of This Texas Elm is Pink
Sometimes, living the contemplative life means doing something that most people would only do when they are high.
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