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A Week with the Buddha and Woody
Danny sat in the office of his little Cape Cod that he had been fixing up since his wife passed away, five years this coming January. He was contemplating writing a short piece about the troubles and tribulations of navigating the world around him. Things that might not have…
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The Prism
Our Tuesday teacher With laughter and good will Toward himself and in our company Takes the wisdom of past masters Some now in the ecstasy of Nirvana And others who for the love of humankind Have stayed behind as Bodhisattvas And forms a prism in his imagination And shines the…
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Saturday in Manhattan
It’s a thirty-minute drive to the Upper West Side most days, during off-hours. I left late because that seems to be the pattern these days, and my chatty neighbor Dan, whom I hadn’t seen in a month of Sundays, was walking to Temple and stopped to catch up. I cut him short, and…
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Footsteps in the Dark
In the midst of mostly unfamiliar faces, we stood encircled in the fading light. Our guide, the one I have often followed in the light, welcomed us to this opportunity to walk in silent single file along a path as the sun bowed to the coming night. Second to last, I was…
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On Days Like These
On days like these, with the first hint of fall in the air, I look back at my younger days, closing my eyes for a moment and seeing my 19-year-old self, who thought that he was a cross between Kwai Chang Caine from the TV show Kung Fu and Gnossos Pappadopoulis from the novel…
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September Morn
The clouds in the light blue skyAre floating East to WestAs if they were balloonsIn a Thanksgiving parade The autumn chill a surpriseAfter the cinders of summer firesHad scorched our throats I cup my tea in handAnd feel the warmth Moments beforeDuring my morning meditationI felt…
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Who Am I
SeeingI see through the lens of hard-won wisdom.I peer through the mist to see what is,Not what is imagined.When you have broken your lance against windmillsYou learn to look deeply before galloping ahead. IntentionsA gift of the gods,Intentions are only half of the whole.In the…