Random Thoughts

Learning Zen Buddhism is in ways like learning a language.  Or relearning a language.  Some words are added; some words are banned.  Some words have different meaning.

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When I bring myself tightly into the moment, I often feel gratitude to everything that gave rise to what I think of as, "me."  

One day, at the Guanyin Temple, in the midst of breakfast, a monk came to the abbot Zhaozhou  and said: "I have recently become your disciple in this Temple. Please guide me with your teachings, master."

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I have no questions for my teacher, and that is a very strange feeling.

Ask a Buddhist monk a question, and there's a fair chance the answer will make you think, "What the heck?"

My actions are my only true belongings. I cannot escape the consequences of my actions. My actions are the ground upon which I stand.

I always thought you had to die to be, "free from the cycle of birth and death." a.k.a. Samsara. I just found out you don't. And that's great, as I'm rather fond of living.

I recently accompanied my Zen teacher on a trip to Vietnam, Thailand, and Myanmar. He asked me why I joined him on this trip. The answer also answers why I'm attracted to Buddhism.