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A GENERAL SENSE OF BEING The sense of being can’t be one solid thing. It moves constantly. It projects out and in, and it is very fickle. Nevertheless, there should be some attempt to relate to the overall situation, to a sense of the whole. It is like looking at a string of beads or [...] “Compassion has nothing to do with achievement at all. It is spacious and very generous. When a person develops real compassion, he or she is uncertain whether he is being generous to others or to himself, because compassion is environmental generosity, without direction, without ‘for me’ and without ‘for them.’ It is filled with joy, [...] BASIC SANITY In contrast to the traditional medical model of disturbances, the Buddhist approach is founded on the belief that basic sanity is operative in all states of mind. Confusion, from this point of view, is two-sided: it creates a need, a demand for sanity. This hungry nature of confusion is very powerful and very [...] LIVING ON THE RAZOR’S EDGE Nowness is the sense that we are attuned to what is happening. The past is fiction and the future is a dream, and we are just living on the edge of a razor blade. It is extraordinarily sharp, extraordinarily tentative and quivering. We try to establish ground but the ground [...] This article, in its original form, appeared in the final edition of the Bridgestone Owner’s Bunch (BOB) Gazette, in 1994. What is the most frustrating thing that can happen to a cyclist? I think one of them is being forced to walk. One weekend, late in the summer of 1994, I had that experience. Since [...] Author unknown, but I first heard it from Grant Petersen, of Rivendell Bicycle Works … I don’t remember if he told it to me, or if it appeared in one of the old (Bridgestone) BOB Gazettes or in the Rivendell Reader. The original source really doesn’t matter; but rather what the story illustrates. A Zen [...] Buddha with a Cell Phone The dark sky opens and it starts to rain. I go outside to stand in the stream, the longed-for gift of water where it hasn’t rained for so long. I shout and dance with the dog, who puts his ears back and licks my nose. When we come back in, [...] Thoughts in Night Quiet Seeing moonlight her at my bed, and thinking it’s frost on the ground, I look up, gaze at the mountain moon, then back, dreaming of my old home. — Li Po (701 – 762), Chinese Zen Poet |
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