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  • Fire Monks: A Q&A with Colleen Morton Busch Paid Member

    Colleen Morton Busch is the author of Fire Monks: Zen Mind Meets Wildfire at the Gates of Tassajara. She has practiced in the Soto Zen tradition for many years and currently serves on the board at the Berkeley Zen Center. Fire Monks is featured in the current issue's "Books in Brief." We were recently able to chat over email about Zen, fire, and the relationship between the two. More »
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    Consider the Lobster… as a symbol Paid Member

    David Foster Wallace would have been proud.* A couple of weeks ago, a group of Tibetan Buddhists bought and released 534 lobsters into the Atlantic ocean. The group traveled from the Kurukulla Center in Medford to Gloucester, MA to purchase the lobsters from a seafood wholesaler on August 3, this year's Wheel-Turning Day on the Tibetan lunar calendar.Heart-warming stuff, right? Sounds like the kind of story that People for the Ethical Treatment of Animals (PETA) would eat up.Not quite. And, on second thought, maybe DFW wouldn't have been so proud.** As PETA points out in an open letter to the Buddhists, by buying the lobsters from a seafood merchant they're supporting the lobster industry and perpetuating the cycle of catch and eat (even if in this instance the lobsters get to live a little longer, it's likely a cycle of catch and re-catch). More »
  • Buddha Buzz: Ecosattvas, enlightenment, and Aung San Suu Kyi Paid Member

    When Mara asks the Buddha to produce a witness to confirm his enlightenment, the Buddha touches the earth. Why? Because buddhas are earthly beings and, being spiritually awake, they can see that all of life is in cahoots. "Why the Buddha Touched the Earth," a recent piece at the Huffington Post, by John Stanley and David Loy explores this idea. Arguing that we have a responsibility to protect our earth through "sacred activism," Stanley and Loy introduce the idea of the "ecosattva." (Not to be confused with Clark Strand's "Green Bodhisattva.") More »
  • Good Earth Day Paid Member

    Hello Earth. What can we say to you on a day like today—your day—when the glaciers are melting and the rivers are rising? That we're sorry? We know that you're sick. We know that we've taken advantage of you, that we're responsible for your dangerously high temperatures. Should we apologize to you on your big day? At a moment like this, would it be awkward if we said "Thank you"?On this Earth Day I'm thinking of something that Kurt Vonnegut wrote towards the end of his life. The crucified planet Earth, should it find a voice and a sense of irony, might now well say of our abuse of it, “Forgive them, Father. They know not what they do.” The irony would be that we know what we are doing. When the last living thing has died on account of us, how poetic it would be if Earth could say, in a voice floating up perhaps from the floor of the Grand Canyon, “It is done. People did not like it here.” More »
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    Watch beautiful video "108 Bowls: A Water Mala" Paid Member

    Happy World Water Day! In celebration of WWD, we're giving attention to water by watching "108 Bowls: A Water Mala." The beautiful video was produced by Hermitage Heart, an organization in Garrison, NY founded by Tricycle friend and contributor Bonnie Myotai Treace. From Hermitage Heart's website: More »
  • What the Water Knows Paid Member

    In honor of World Water Day, here's a poem by Sam Hamill from the pages of Tricycle: What the Water Knows What the mouth sings, the soul must learn to forgive. A rat’s as moral as a monk in the eyes of the real world. Still, the heart is a river pouring from itself, a river that cannot be crossed. It opens on a bay and turns back upon itself as the tide comes in, it carries the cry of the loon and the salts of the unutterably human. A distant eagle enters the mouth of a river salmon no longer run and his wide wings glide upstream until he disappears into the nothing from which he came. Only the thought remains. Lacking the eagle’s cunning or the wisdom of the sparrow, where shall I turn, drowning in sorrow? Who will know what the trees know, the spidery patience of young maple or what the willows confess? More »