For over ten years now I have found myself being in a teacher's position while realizing being a student is what I feel far more comfortable with. Actually n...

ultimately the journey makes us understand that there is no going from here to there and no becoming for us. the journey begins and ends with the clarity of ...

Reading Meister Eckhart’s sermons we learn that God is not to be found here and is not to be found there, he is not to be found anywhere or in anything. We l...

asks not whether it is seen: that silent unfolding of the play

karuna center, serra de monchique, portugal

karuna retreat center, serra de monchique, algarve, portugal

here is a poem presented to master ryotan tokuda on my monk ordination day some twenty years ago in france. after a number of years of studying buddhism, mee...

Endearing words received from our friend Alex from Holand who has no presence on social media. Alex joined us last July at Karuna Center, Monchique, Portugal...

The four horses: reflections on a Buddhist parable. In his seminal book, Zen Mind, Beginner's Mind, Shenruyu Suzuki, shares this passage from one of the olde...

the reality behind words unspoken ones mostly crimson sun setting in misty sea wave after wave ash-beds in motion flags fastened to the bow of fishing boat...

It is with pleasure that I can announce the resumption of our silent meditation and yin yoga retreats at Karuna Center in Algarve, Portugal where we will be ...

It is hard to put into words my experience of the past 6 days silent meditation and yoga retreat. This surprises me as this was my 3rd sesshin organised by M...

my death poem too early to be written late to be read winds sweep the mountain prairie unfurling waves through wild grass no one came here no one ever l...

second pilgrimage of the year after visiting rumi's shrine in konya, turkey, in september. returning to ei-tai ji temple, in the lower french alps, after 12 ...

I write this as it is approaching three months since I spent six days on a silent meditation retreat in the hills of Monchique, Portugal. I regret not having...

Harking the wind of impermanence howl. Howling for you, howling for me, howling for no one. Of that wind, we could say, it hardly ever leaves us. The howli...

photo: lorelei loveridge For some reason, I came home from work, cooked dinner, fell asleep, and woke at 1 AM. Meditated after a bit and found myself remembe...

Silence and stillness allow you to reach and settle into your deepest level of experiencing as a human being. Coming back to a place one has left and yet has...

on the anatolian plateau, september 2018 from my travels to where and nowhere . autrement dit the point of the journey is in the travel . travels are pointle...

tombes of jallaludin-e-rumi, his father, son and disicples six months adrift after leaving bali, erring has brought me here, to konya, the shrine of rumi. f...