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- Jan 16, 2012
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by S. Elliot Sozan Published Jan 01, 2012
The plum trees blossoms In the middle of winter.
There is no robe no color.
In practice there is no time, no culture, no sex.
In pure existence the breath takes what the intellect can never think.
There is no attachment or detachment.
The pure being, thoughtless with no move,
moves the world, and within,... Read more by M. K. Published Jun 03, 2011
1) What brought you to Zen?
Suffering and its natural consequence: looking for solace.
Six years ago I had been experiencing a serious mental crisis. When it happened I was 55 years old and I already knew by that time that normal pain-killers – like food, drink, drug, sex, shopping, traveling, idling,... Read more by Fa Chao Shakya Published Jun 15, 2009
A compass is a navigational instrument with a magnetized pointer that aligns itself with the earth's magnetic field, always pointing north. We have used the compass for millennia to find our way. It's been used by seafarers, explorers, and travellers alike to help get from one place to another. When... Read more by Yao Feng, OHY Published Sep 01, 2004 Once a week, usually on Tuesday, I drive down to Loutraki to buy supplies. It is the nearest small city in the area, about 16 kilometers from where I live. It's not a big town, but it's pretty there by the sea. It has curative waters, casino, shops and a... Read more by Yao Feng, OHY Published Aug 29, 2004 "Mitsos," my car, has that rare gift of making familiar things seem new. No matter how many times he's taken the same road home, he negotiates the dirt and gravel with a kind of joy. Like a horse headed back to his barn, he doesn't need anyone to steer him.... Read more by Yao Feng, OHY Published Jul 10, 2002 An icy January morning, 6 a.m. It is not my habit to be awake at this hour, in this season, but I have an appointment to keep. Kilometers away from here lies the village where I will bid farewell to my mother's brother. Ninety-one years old, and he still has... Read more by Yao Feng, OHY Published Feb 12, 2002 Dark, mad clouds had met over Geraneia Mountain as if there was no other mountain to solve their disputes. Perhaps they wanted to show off for the goddess, Hera, or maybe choose her as a referee. The storm was spectacular, offering fantastic light and sound effects, abrupt and sudden just... Read moreJust Being, a poem
An Interview with M. K.
The Compass and the Ego
The Lottery Ticket
First Autumn Rain
Uncle's Last Trip
We're All Buddhists
