One day, a handsome young man with a perfect look in his eye walked into the village. He was sober and quiet, a weaver by trade. He knew the sandy pathways with his eyes closed, backward and forwards, upwards and downwards. He had spent many hours on the crags, breathing in the air of the gods and collecting the beautiful flowers and herbs to take to his close friends.
Glorious Death? Human beings are curious of and frightened by their own death and the death of others they love. Death is taboo to most of us, and it is understandable that the complete unknown is terrifying so we evade it, clinging to what we know even more tightly.
Love is like the weather or the perpetual blue sky behind clouds. The conditioned mind has no power to change it because it is limitless, way beyond the visual aids of ‘time’ and ‘space.’
There is no escape from suffering for Japanese Buddhist lay practitioners. Daily life and stark reality are the anchor of life here: no time for dreams and personal ambitions. Endless
If we are sucked into the media vacuum, infiltrated by disturbing images of violence and corruption which become natural to us, then little by little we will not notice anything
There are so many varied stages to the spiritual experience, and it is for each of us to live through them on our own terms being sincere with ourselves every
Being an author is this new age of publishing demands that you are visible! Visibility is all, and we have a huge array of tools to enable this! I feel
Fabrisse, a well-know trobiaritz (poet-minstrel) and Bons August (a Bonnes or Good, member of the Church of Love) discuss how humans are trapped angels. ………….And so it was………..What do
