Cloud

by Andy Gyoyo Sensei My mother is an artist and sees the world through her unique perspective. She looks at seemingly disparate patterns and challenges us to see what she sees… “See that cloud? What do you see?” Quite frankly, I never see what she sees and often I see no pattern at all so…

This man has not offended me.

Roberto Keiyo   I have been reading about the violence in Myanmar and it makes me sad that Buddhist monks should be committing acts of murder and arson, truly we are witnesses to the decline of the Buddhist Dharma, and I hope that there will be peace there and that monks can somehow go back…

Sacred Space

by Shirleen Soyo What makes a space sacred? Religious use? Blessings? Dedication? Perhaps it’s just a flip of a mind switch. The words about sacred space in Chögyam Trungpa’s Shambala this week spoke to me. I thought, “What if every space was sacred? Home? Everywhere would be filled with peace, unconditional love, and fun. Causes and conditions this past week allowed…

Offering to the Buddhas

Christopher Kakuyo Sensei  In his commentary of the Tan Butsu Ge or the Song of the Buddha; a section from the Larger Sukhavativyuha Sutra, Gyomay Sensei writes, “ Ku Yo, of offering is a very important virtue in the Buddha’s Way…Ku Yo is done in relation to someone who is more worthy than oneself…to do Ku…

Gratitude

by Seiyo Thomas Sensei Gratitude has always been a shortcoming of mine.  Recently, however, this has begun to change slowly.  With this in mind, I have started to have thoughts of things that I need to be grateful for as I travel on my current path. Shakyamuni Buddha tells a story of how lucky one…

The Chickadee Path

by Renee Seiyo  “I see one on the branch. He sees me. He’ll come.” I said in a whisper with arms outstretched, palms up, and holding several sunflower seeds for the chickadees. That is the scene on the chickadee path. Everyone who walks this path knows this is the posture we take to have a chickadee land…

Compassion & Goodwill

by Dawn Chiyo Sensei.  “If you see the Buddha on the road, don’t kill him…give him dry socks.” I went out this week to get some used bowls at Goodwill.  Standing in front of me was a man who was buying a coat and some socks. He stood out because his hair and clothes were…

Common Purple Lilacs

That one spring day when I smelled the sweet fragrance of the common purple lilac,* I became aware of myself in the world and the environment. Before that moment, I have only fuzzy fragments of memories—nursery class at the internment camp at Rohwer, Arkansas; Obon dance music; shaved ice; early morning breakfast in the mess…

Into the Dharma

by Toyo Teru Sensei Into the Dharma, we shall journey, like astronauts or a team of interdependent explorers that make their way through an abyss of un-explored continents, with uncharted rivers, and great divides of lands never traveled before. To me and many new members of the Dharma, we find ourselves delving into this unknown abyss of…

The Purple Barn

by CJ Daiyo Sensei Once when I was ten years old, Dad took us out West and we drove across Kansas. It was as flat and uneventful as you might suspect, a vast sea of wheat as far as the eye could see. As the hours passed it seemed as though we were uncertain if…