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    The Bodhisattvas Play Ball Paid Member

    You can’t get them to chase a Texas Leaguer,a cheap flare that drops like a duckon to the lip of green outfield,yet they are compelled by The Diamond.The walls, like our lives, are irregular,yet in form, how perfect. There is no scoreboard. They oil their gloves all winter.Each spring they cover the hole,gracefully turn the double play,above the sliding runner,plant and throw, mid-air.   They embrace the pick-off,the ball released to an empty bag.They have answered the knuckleball’s koan.   No one can play the squeeze like them.Grace under pressure,they come flappingdown the third base line,laughing wildly,spikes high.   More »
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    The Spell-Check Sutra Paid Member

    When “Trungpa” comes up “turnip,” and your “sangha” becomes “sangria,” you know you’re in cyberspace. A secular computer spell-check program, when fed Buddhist words, suggested some English alternatives, offered here with dharma definitions of their own. Arhat:Skt., lit. “worthy one”; one in whom all defilements and passions have been extinguished Overheat:an indication that you might need an extinguisher Mala:Skt., lit. “garland, rose”; Buddhist rosary used to count repetitions of a mantra, often sold in temples; also used as adornment Mall:a temple to the sale of adornments where, these days, malas may be found More »
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    Absolute Relativity Paid Member

    Time and again the passion for understanding has led to the illusion that man is able to comprehend the objective world rationally by pure thought without any empirical foundations—in short, by metaphysics. —Albert Einstein By becoming attached to names and forms, not realizing that they have no more basis than the activities of the mind itself, error arises and the way to emancipation is blocked. —Buddha The external world of physics has thus become a world of shadows. In removing our illusions we have removed the substance, for indeed we have seen that substance is one of the greatest of our illusions. —Sir Arthur Eddington More »
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    The Cloud of God Paid Member

    It's just a little Shinto shrine: a strong woman could pick it up and carry it away. It sits in a niche in a wall on a nondescript corner of an alley in Kyoto that I pass by every morning, in an otherwise soulless neighborhood of the kind often seen around train stations in cities, especially that early in the day: monolithic apartment blocks, closed-up shops, empty streets. But there is always a flower in… More »
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    The Cloud of God Paid Member

    It's just a little Shinto shrine: a strong woman could pick it up and carry it away. It sits in a niche in a wall on a nondescript corner of an alley in Kyoto that I pass by every morning, in an otherwise soulless neighborhood of the kind often seen around train stations in cities, especially that early in the day: monolithic apartment blocks, closed-up shops, empty streets. But there is always a flower in… More »
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    "Nothing Is Final Forever" Paid Member

    This vignette is excerpted from A Journey with Elsa Cloud, just published by Books & Co./Turtle Point Press. The story opens with a telephone call to the narrator from her estranged daughter in India who, having become a Tibetan Buddhist practitioner, lures her mother to the East with the promise of an audience with the Dalai Lama. What follows is a series of adventures and misadventures, in which travels through India weave around spiritual longing, family history, and the poignant dynamic of the mother-daughter relationship. Leila Hadley lives in New York and is a consulting editor to Tricycle. More »