The Pace of Stillness

The Pace of Stillness

A friend of mine with whom I enjoy an occasional lunch, a prolific writer and author, recently gave me a book of his poetry.  He had inscribed it to me with: ?In search of universal truth.? A week or two later, we ran into each other at a social gathering, and he...
Just Sweeping Leaves

Just Sweeping Leaves

During that first year in China at my Temple, all of us incoming students were assigned a chore to be performed each morning after breakfast . . . . . cleaning the temples and altars, stocking incense, cleaning the toilet building.? As the elder, I was exempt from...