What Time Is It ?

All year long, we treat time as invisibleand things as solid. The chair holds me.The wall stays put.The day passes. … More

Insights From a Cold Bus Stop

I’m standing at the bus stop. It’s a cold, windy day. Every gust slices through my jacket. My teeth chatter. … More

I see my life as a spiderweb, its threads stretching in every direction—into past events and future circumstances. Each place … More

Imagine a mirror that reflects everything in front of it — trees, faces, sunlight, clutter, beauty, fear, yesterday’s argument, tomorrow’s … More

Once upon a time, there was a King of the Brick. He was mean, clever, and cared little about the … More

This morning my body woke up first. It didn’t ask permission. It simply announced itself through a list of complaints: knee, … More

Just as natural gas carries an added scent so that we can perceive what would otherwise be invisible, awareness too … More

I remember those days like they were yesterday. The field stretched out wide, and the ball came off the bat … More

I sit quietly and allow thought to settle, like a stone dropped into still water. The question Who am I? … More

After reading in Tenzin Wangyal Rinpoche’s book his suggestion to go into conflict—into the very heart of the noise, agitation, … More