While Thich Nhat Hanh’s voice is largely stilled, his teachings live on, as he does.
My spiritual life takes two interconnected (aren’t they all?) paths. I’ll discuss the Buddhist one, the Unitarian Universalist one, and how they connect.
So, indeed, this body is not me. It’s nothing like the body that ran three marathons in 1979 and ’80.
Many of us in the worldwide blogosphere need to research, write, create art, spread ideas at the same time that we consume all of the above. Others focus on creating, or on taking it in.
That may have been good life counseling for Mara, but it is also a story with a point about non-duality. Flowers and vegetables make garbage, and garbage makes flowers and vegetables.
When we see no daylight between ourselves and our opinions and positions, we become dangerous to ourselves and others, to the fabric of our interdependent web of existence.
Some think it’s egotistical to believe that God is within us, but I’d say the opposite.
…while I’m in that state, I’m enlightened, and the more I’m there, the more enlightened I become.
Some early practitioners did in fact dismiss “good works” as not terribly important, but I think that was, and is, a misreading of the Buddha’s teachings.
Finding your teacher is like finding a spouse…. [I]f this ornery old man could at last find a teacher, so can you.
As my teacher, Lama Surya Das, is fond of saying, “We are human beings, not human doings.”
If you have been reading Melting-Pot Dharma long enough, you know that I’m about to make a connection between blizzards and email and tie it all in to spiritual wholeness.