Moving Mind

Two men were arguing about a flag flapping in the wind. “It’s the wind that is really moving,” stated the first one. “No, it is the flag that is moving,” contended the second. A Zen master, who happened to be walking by, overheard the debate and interrupted them. “Neither the flag nor the wind is […]


Zen in our daily life

And everyday will be a good day “Our life is a gleam which comes and is gone,As springtime offers blossoms to fade in the fallEarthly flourish and decline, O friends, do not fear at all.They are but a drop of dew on the grass of morn!” Van-Hanh If Zen is to be of any use […]


Travelers of eternity

With a strong desire to wander Days and months are travelers of eternity. So are the years that pass by. Those who steer a boat across the sea, or drive a horse over the earth till they succumb to the weight of years, spend every minute of their lives traveling. There are a great number […]

Empty Mirror

Our mind is like a mirror Our mind is like a mirror, which reflects the universe and we watch the reflection. We take these reflections for reality so that we become entranced, repelled or indifferent to them. In meditation, we observe that all these reflections are changing conditions. We begin to see them as objects […]

Desert Solitare

May your trails be crooked.. “May your trails be crooked, winding, lonesome, dangerous, leading to the most amazing view. May your mountains rise into and above the clouds. May your rivers flow without end, meandering through pastoral valleys tinkling with bells, past temples and castles and poets’ towers into a dark primeval forest where tigers […]

Because it’s all in your head.

You have to expect things of yourself before you can do them. Jordan An important part in endurance training is mental training. Since everyone has to deal at one point with self-doubt: did I train enough, am I prepared and skilled for this challenge.. In order to prepare yourself well you have to be prepared […]

Keeping me awake

Behind a ribbon of evening mist Behind a ribbon of evening mist, a chill sky distills, and a melody of far waterfalls like ten silk strings comes to my pillow to tug my feelings, keeping me awake in sorrow past midnight.

A pillar of fire

With the veil of night “the earth is everyday overspread with the veil of night for the same reason as the cages of birds are darkened, namely, that we may the more readily apprehend the higher harmonies of thought in the hush and quiet of darkness. Thoughts which day turns into smoke and mist stand […]