Zen Poem: In front of the Patriarch’s room the road is smooth…
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This reflective mind, by Ajahn Sumedho
This reflective mind, then, is the still point in the centre. That is why each one of us is important in our own right. You may feel that you are not a very important person, that you are just one of the 5.5 billion on this planet…
The Little Pine Tree.
The little pine tree puts on a show…
Some notes on Tantra, by Francesca Fremantle
It is possible to do any kind of spiritual practice—not only Buddhist, but Christian or other kinds of practices—with a Tantric attitude, with the attitude of seeing the sacredness in life, of relating our ordinary everyday experiences to this kind of sacred experience…
Sermon of No Words, and Anti-Sermon of No Words, by Trevor Leggett
It is a sermon not by exhortation, reasoning or threats but by example…
Soaked Up, by Trevor Leggett
This is a temple scene. Suddenly in the quiet there is the bursting force of the shrill note of the cicada. It’s ear piercing while it lasts then it stops, and there is the moment when that shrillness is soaked up, soaks away into the stillness of the rocks, the stones, of the temple…
Fragrance of chrysanthemums
Fragrance of chrysanthemums
in Nara there are so many
old Buddha statues
Basho
To Study the Way of Buddha, by Harada Sekkei
The habit of dividing the essential nature of oneness into self and other, life and death, pain and pleasure, rising and falling, and so on, is the source of all delusion and anxiety…
Buddhism now 