Loss seldom happens all at once. It’s a movement, an emptying that takes something away bit by bit until there’s nothing left to take apart but the memory. Like a cup made of ice melting into itself. The whole world, the entire cosmos… statues of melting ice.
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Like the Buddha, we must learn to be intolerant.
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By Johnathon Lee A lot of people are going to be asking themselves, “What is there to be...
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Yes. I had just quoted the opening line of a dirty 1980s limerick. In a Buddhist silent retreat.
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My recovery/mental health/self-care outlook now is simple: every big thing is made of lots of little things.
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