Author: The Tattooed Buddha

The Travels of Jingfei. {Short Story}

  By Tom Welch Jingfei ran up the stone steps of the monastery two at a time. The steps were many and she was tired when she reached the top, glad for the looseness of her boy’s clothing that had made the climb a little easier. As she caught her breath, she rehearsed what she would say. Then she pulled on the twine hanging next to the door. A bell rang out inside the stone wall that surrounded the monastery, but just once before she heard it fall to the ground. After a short while a cat appeared alongside and...

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Heaven and Hell. {Poetry}

  By Ulli Stanway   We are born into this world Of original sins Shame, guilt and blame Placed on us since our first breath   There is this guy who is hanging out on white cloud Watching our genitals all night and day Truly I ask you who is the pervert? Who is the sinner? In this twisted mind game   At six years of age a regular trip to the church To a priest Who wholeheartedly forgave me? In the name of the father That meant ten Ave Maria And your are guilt free again Little girl...

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The Cub Who Would be Heard. {Creative Fiction}

By Don Ford   Down by the water’s edge, Mother Lion was washing her food in the cool water. Soon her young ones would be born. She knew she was carrying two babies, and so she was eating for three. Father Lion was away and Mother worried about him. Where could he have gone? Had bad men found him and taken him captive? The forest was especially quiet the morning Father Lion seemed to have disappeared. This was always a sign of danger. Even the usual sounds of birds from the many trees seemed silent on that day. Smaller...

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Life in a Canoe.

  By Tom Welch I often wonder what life would be like living on the riverbank. Sometimes I see people doing chores there and taking baths. They seem so permanent, so rooted. I wonder what excitement their lives provide them. From what I can observe, not much. Yet last night I heard a young girl, I think, singing in the darkness. I wonder if everyone sings, and whether all sing alone or sometimes together. My life here has its interesting side, too. Mostly it’s a struggle against the flow of the river and obstacles, seen and sometimes unseen. Only the...

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The Beginner’s Mind.

  By Melle Hany (Breathing in) Sometimes, I don’t know everything. There, I said it. Now we can move on (breathes out). Having recently started a meditation practice, I’m finding an unexpected struggle in approaching things with a beginner’s mind. Now that I’m in my mid-thirties, I’ve noticed a near compulsive need to have it all together and an even larger growing anxiety at the things that I feel like I haven’t completed. While that has both positive and negative repurcussions for my day-to-day life, it doesn’t lend itself to starting, well, anything with any sort of grace or...

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