In performing a ritual one has a role. Different people may perform the same ritual and each will do it slightly differently according to differences of body and mind, but the important thing is the rite itself. In order to give a competent performance of the rite one has to let body and mind fall away. What matters are the essential elements of the rite … Continue reading Life as ritual.
Thomas Merton (1915-1968) was an American Trappist monk. He was also a writer, a traveller, a social activist, a poet and a seeker of the contemplative life.He was intent on exploring interfaith dialogues and developed deep friendships with the Dalai Lama, and Zen monk Thích Nhất Hạnh. As well as writing on his own faith also published works on Zen and Taoism. This short 10 … Continue reading On the Road.
For me, the biggest problem trying to live my life in the momentis that I always seem to turn up for it 20 minutes early. Continue reading In the moment.
I have been meditating regularly for quite a few years now. I usually sit Zazen (Zen meditation) for 1 hour most mornings. Dawn is the best time for me. There is something about the stillness and the quality of the light first thing that I find very conducive to quieting down and settling into a deep stillness. There are many different types of meditation and … Continue reading Meditation on the road.
As you may or may not know, I am a practitioner of Zen Buddhism.
As part of an online course I am participating in, I am slowly working my way through a study of the Heart Sutra (sutra is Sanskrit for “thread”). This sutra is chanted daily by buddhist practitioners all over the world.
Dragons Gate is situated atop a high waterfall that cuts from the legendary Longmen mountains above the Yellow River at Hunan. Carp that have endured the difficult and treacherous journey upstream are faced with this final leap of faith at the gate. Those who succeed are transformed into dragons. Dragons have always held a special place in Chinese mythology. Known as Lung, they are closely associated … Continue reading Here there be dragons.
In Sung China, two monks friends for sixty years watched the geese pass. Where are they going? one tested the other, who couldn’t say. That moment’s silence continues. No one will study their friendship in the koan-books of insight. No one will remember their names. I think of them sometimes, standing, perplexed by sadness, goose-down sewn into their quilted autumn robes. Almost swallowed by the … Continue reading Wild geese.
“You can’t live a bunny life and write tiger poems” :: Bonnie Myotai Treace :: Continue reading Note to self.