You Don’t Know Shit

by Richard Doyo “You don’t know shit”, stated the Afro-American woman sitting across from a novice therapist. The therapist had said he knew how she felt. He had been well- trained, which meant, in his day, he had been in long-term psychodynamic therapy for years, to make his unconscious conscious. To be an astute clinician…

What is your song of gratitude?

Shaku Sayo Sensei A few days ago, a friend had asked me what do Buddhist recite, to say “thank you” to the Buddhas, Teachers and so forth. Basically, he wanted me to give him a recitation that is used for expressing gratitude. I thought for a moment. I have learned so many prayers and recitations…

Opening Buddha

by Ajita Choyo To glimpse the Dharma is to gleam the Buddha. I would like to look at the word “Buddha” as it appears cross-culturally. Those who follow the Noble Eightfold Path of Buddhism know the word “Buddha” to mean “the one who is awake” or “the enlightened one”. Buddha is awake to Absolute Truth/Reality….

Look Deeply

by Ginny Parkum It’s early August in Harrisburg. At Wildwood Lake, the green sea of tall lotus plants are in full bloom, creamy yellow-white flowers following the sun as it crosses the blue sky, some leaves wrapped tight as sausages, most slowly waving like bright parasols over the murky water. These are real American lotus, Nelumbo lutea,…

Buddhist Traveler

by Toyo Teru  I am a traveler of sorts. I have traveled through myself. I have traveled across many pages of books. I have traveled the endless sky as I lay on my back gazing upward at a perfect sky. I have traveled in the memories of yore. I have traveled with many of whom have…

Naturalness

by Doug Kuyo Sensei In the essay “Naturalness,” in his book “Everyday Suchness,” Reverend Gyomay Kubose says “if we are as we are, we live as we are without pretending, without superficiality.” There is a lot of wildlife on the island where we live. To those of us who have mainly lived in the city…

BODHISATTVA & BUDDHAS

by Tamu Hoyo Sensei, My eldest son and I volunteered at the community Organic Garden that one of my local friends championed. We were there to pluck up the thick over growth and prepare a neglected plot for future use. Afterwards we stopped by the grocery store to fill up on  reverse osmosis water and…

The Buddha Has no Voice

by Levi Shinyo Sensei, I’m an avid reader, both fiction or nonfiction. And ever since I was young I’ve had an enormous imagination, one which I’ve been lucky enough to retain in part as I’ve aged. Ever since I was able to read by myself I’ve been able to create vivid movies and scenes in…

Astigmatism and Monet 

by Edi Kiyo Sensei When I was very young, before I knew how little I would ever understand of this vast universe, of life itself, I thought the street lights at night were soft and beautiful.  I loved the fuzzy blossom-like headlights of the on- coming traffic, or the red fluffy pom-poms glowing on the tail lights of the cars we were following.  When going downtown in…

invisible cemetery

  by Michelle Jouyo Sensei My husband and I love to hike. It is one of our favorite activities, and we enjoy finding new places to explore. Several years ago, we decided to go hiking at a trail called Rock Springs Run inside  Park. As we were hiking, we came out of a pine hammock…