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...

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...

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

tombes of jallaludin-e-rumi, his father, son and disicples shrine of jallaludin rumi, konya, september 2018 six months adrift after...

' In this world we walk on the roof of hell gazing at flowers. " Kobayashi Issa (1763 - 1827) This is heaven, call it home. This is...

photo credit Sai Ram Or, the passing of flames itself is the Buddha passing, is Buddha activity, the dharma wheel turning. Friends who...

MAITRI RETREATS AND HAMID EBADI – AN EXTRAORDINARY JOURNEY OF ‘COMING HOME’ “Meditation is a bodily practice.” I will never ever forget...

orientation talk on the first day of our july 2018 sesshin in sierra de monchique, algarve, portugal. a presentation of the practice of...

windows shut curtains drawn from the paddies sunlight pouring in screeching of cicadas pouring in no one inside no one outside ...

What ultimately gratifies, or rather satisfies, and while satisfying confers meaning to this fleeting, often chaotic, and mostly...

Less than a month to our silent meditation retreat in the Serra de Monchique, Portugal. Some of you are making the journey from other...

Nah ist und schwer zu fassen der Gott. Wo aber Gefahr ist, wächst das Rettende auch.” “Near and hard to grasp Is the God. But where...

We naturally tend to seek the comfort of intimacy and relating with another. But how comfortable are we with being in the space of our...

it's destiny you said encounter of destinies should one time we meet it is an overnight stay in a rundown hermitage stars spread...

cold wind roaring through monchique hills down into the valley though silent we stand on your way are part of your voice with...

sitting that mirror where we see ourselves and the many worlds as reflections passing . ripples endlessly fading into...

early morning sitting on the edge of a cliff a sea of clouds to watch blooming mountains endlessly drift away #monchique #retreat...

preparing sesshin inside trees there was i born there each time i die that moment when the owl's last call with songs of waking...

your sojourn in silence and stillness the path is a mirror reflects things as they are thathata thusness you as you are now...