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The Monkey King and Thoughts About Sutras/Poem

Honest, there is a poem-like thing at the end of this.

Are you familiar with the myth of Monkey, from China?

Well, he was an immortal that managed to anger Buddha sufficiently (in the common version) so that he was trapped under a mountain for 500 years until  freed by a monk travelling to the West, in search of Sutras.   440 more words

Flies and Buddhas

where there’s people

there’s flies

and Buddhas

— Haiku by Kobayashi Issa, translated by David G. Lanoue, illustrated as a haiku-comic by Old Pond Comics


my lil guru

so the saying goes, it takes 21 days to form a new habit, right?? well, 21 days ago luz d’ luna was born…and, it was an extremely difficult delivery, to the point that she is still in the neo natal intensive care unit at the hospital…my heart, body & mind  have been in crisis mode for the last 21 days and i still can’t get used to it…i have never held my breath so long in my life…every second in this waiting game has felt like an eternity…and this has truly been my greatest challenge and luz has been my greatest teacher…having her in my womb for 41 weeks and now out in this world has really put a pause in my life and i believe that what she is constantly trying to show me is how to pause and admire the details…her first 21 days have been that of a subtle life, gentle opening of the eyes, a silent cry, a wonderful pout, a slow movement of the limbs, pee, poop…these things don’t happen every day like with the healthy newborns, luz gives us only one thing at a time and only when she is ready, not when i expect it of her…for instance, i find the irony of changing her unsoiled diaper amusing, because sometimes the moment i place the new clean diaper down she’ll decide to pee on it, then i’ll change it again and she’ll decide to start pooping in the new freshly clean one, wasting 3 or 4 diapers at time, not much of the eco-friendly child i thought i’d have…but it’s these lil actions of her subtle life, that have become the daily miracles i stop to admire…and that’s a habit i have become used to. 28 more words

And no one said I want to become a Buddha ...

You As I sit on a rainy afternoon watching the palms in my front yard dancing to the tune of the rains while the raindrops romance the leaves making my entire window frame as romantic as it can be. 575 more words