A poem spoken in the early morning forest to all of humanity.
Sage Awakened-Root, explorer of mountains and mud, step down and reveal the practice of Attentive-Aimlessness for the sake of all [non]beings.
Peace in all these steps. Travelling to the Lotus Temple. I made some videos. Check ’em out!
How moral can it be?
It is a thing I’ve been avoiding. I haven’t wanted to discuss addiction. But, in all honesty, addiction has been my teacher and I pay infinite respect to my guru.
Open 24 hours a day. 7 days a week. This heart bleeds for you, and for us and for them. I open it further and the blood gushes, filling the infinite mulitverses with a physical and nurturing compassion.
A wandering father shares a poem on fatherhood.
Stuck in the past.
Buddha did not assert that you do not exist. He asserted that you have wrong-view about the way you exist.
Walking, standing, sitting, lying down. Stream-entered, carried along– you will meet the ocean, evaporate, and become a cloud.