An Outpost From A Complex World

Here at Antaiji it’s been raining for four days, but regardless of the weather it sometimes feels like the days blur or smear, running ...

"There will always only be something to give up and nothing to take away." - Antaiji Manual As I was planning to come to A...

The most obvious place for me to begin this post is the night prior to my arrival on March 26th when I and a 19 year old fellow, also heade...

Anyone with any commitment to Buddhist practice knows of the Triple Gem, Buddha, Dharma and Sangha, because we take refuge in it on a mo...

A few haiku about my Antaiji experience: Good fellow, next bench — stretched out, hat pulled over head — not snoring, not yet....

D edicated to my three favorite poets on Twitter, those many faces on Twitter...you know who you are! (One of them may not consider himself ...

Wherever it is that souls go When our bodies have burned Through their time alotted ― Which is such a small fragment Of eternity, that our s...

It only takes one note, this song of love I sing for you, the note of now that resonates each atom, the insides of which spin in embrace of ...

That voice was still there, Though she hadn't pulled That dog-eared book from it's box That had been locked with chains And locked w...

Published on my niece Grace's birthday and dedicated with love to all members of my extended family, but particularly my father and mot...