Posts Tagged ‘ Buddhism ’

The Kung Fu Nuns of the Drukpa Order

Until recently, Buddhist nuns in the Himalayan region were denied leadership positions and the opportunity to exercise as part of their spiritual practice. Then the spiritual leader of the Drukpa Order, frustrated at the lack of equality for women in the region, changed that and the Kung Fu Nuns were born.

Source: The Kung Fu Nuns of the Drukpa Order

TOM CLARK: Blind house

A Buddhist monk offers prayers in front of a window display of hats at a department store in the Ginza shopping district in Tokyo Tuesday, May 16, 2017.: photo by Eugene Hoshiko/AP, 16 May 2017

Source: TOM CLARK: Blind house

A New Translation of “The Tale of Genji” – The New Yorker

The main thing required of a noble gentleman in Heian Japan was a sense of style. Seducing another man’s wife could be forgiven; a bad poem, clumsy handwriting, or the wrong perfume could not.CREDIT


A New Translation of “The Tale of Genji” – The New Yorker.

TOM CLARK: The only moment we have is right now

old pic from #Burma #Myanmar at the #ShwedagonPaya hopefully this is not what #Wirathu will preach – #Monks and #Guns: image via ayeshas @ayeshasitara, 11 September 2013

TOM CLARK: The only moment we have is right now.

Houston poet, Melissa Studdard, reads her poems & talks about the cosmos, motherhood & the transformative power of poetry | Houston Public Library


Poet Melissa Studdard (photo used with her permission).

Melissa Studdard | Houston Public Media


The Art of Tanahashi Toshio | Kyoto Journal



The Art of Tanahashi Toshio | Kyoto Journal.

Twelve Views from the Distance by Mutsuo Takahashi, translated by Jeffrey Angles / 日付変更線 International Date Line


Twelve Views from the Distance by Mutsuo Takahashi

“It is important that what we have written will in the end one day disappear. . . . Language leaves no trace, and even the faint memory of it will eventually fade. That may be the most wonderful thing about it.”      ~ TAKAHASHI MUTSUO, from A Conversation About Words

Baul Songs

a letter from an American Buddhist teaching English in Sendai

Things here in Sendai have been rather surreal. But I am very blessed to have wonderful friends who are helping me a lot. Since my shack is even more worthy of that name, I am now staying at a friend’s home. We share supplies like water, food and a kerosene heater. We sleep lined up in one room, eat by candlelight, share stories. It is warm, friendly, and beautiful.

During the day we help each other clean up the mess in our homes. People sit in their cars, looking at news on their navigation screens, or line up to get drinking water when a source is open. If someone has water running in their home, they put out a sign so people can come to fill up their jugs and buckets.

It’s utterly amazingly that where I am there has been no looting, no pushing in lines. People leave their front door open, as it is safer when an earthquake strikes. People keep saying, “Oh, this is how it used to be in the old days when everyone helped one another.”

Quakes keep coming. Last night they struck about every 15 minutes. Sirens are constant and helicopters pass overhead often.

We got water for a few hours in our homes last night, and now it is for half a day. Electricity came on this afternoon. Gas has not yet come on. But all of this is by area. Some people have these things, others do not. No one has washed for several days. We feel grubby, but there are so much more important concerns than that for us now. I love this peeling away of non-essentials. Living fully on the level of instinct, of intuition, of caring, of what is needed for survival, not just of me, but of the entire group.

There are strange parallel universes happening. Houses a mess in some places, yet then a house with futons or laundry out drying in the sun. People lining up for water and food, and yet a few people out walking their dogs. All happening at the same time.

Other unexpected touches of beauty are first, the silence at night. No cars. No one out on the streets. And the heavens at night are scattered with stars. I usually can see about two, but now the whole sky is filled. The mountains around Sendai are solid and with the crisp air we can see them silhouetted against the sky magnificently.

And the Japanese themselves are so wonderful. I come back to my shack to check on it each day, now to send this e-mail since the electricity is on, and I find food and water left in my entranceway. I have no idea from whom, but it is there. Old men in green hats go from door to door checking to see if everyone is OK. People talk to complete strangers asking if they need help. I see no signs of fear. Resignation, yes, but fear or panic, no.

They tell us we can expect aftershocks, and even other major quakes, for another month or more. And we are getting constant tremors, rolls, shaking, rumbling. I am blessed in that I live in a part of Sendai that is a bit elevated, a bit more solid than other parts. So, so far this area is better off than others. Last night my friend’s husband came in from the country, bringing food and water. Blessed again.

Somehow at this time I realize from direct experience that there is indeed an enormous Cosmic evolutionary step that is occurring all over the world right at this moment. And somehow as I experience the events happening now in Japan, I can feel my heart opening very wide. My brother asked me if I felt so small because of all that is happening. I don’t. Rather, I feel as part of something happening that much larger than myself. This wave of birthing (worldwide) is hard, and yet magnificent.

Thank you again for your care and Love of me,

With Love in return, to you all,


This vital note has passed through the hands of several friends the world over  and stopped by here, from the writer, Wang Ping, who made it available today. With gratitude, ~ yours truly, df

Pema Chodron — Beyond Faith and Reason / Bill Moyers, PBS

Pema Chodron and Bill Moyers Video