Your Bodhisattva is Showing

I have walked through the forests with you, up frosted trails and beneath the summer sun along the Hudson. Each encounter is prefaced by a gift of seeds to the creatures native to the land we are entering, and by a prayerful acknowledgment that the land was once cared for by a people who neverContinue reading “Your Bodhisattva is Showing”

The Three Marks of Existence

Impermanence: In awe and wonder,snowflakes melting on my tongue,winter leads to spring Non-Self: Expecting the self,the river reflects us all,moonlight has wisdom. Dukkha: Our communitylifts life’s burdens from our hearts.now Sukha remains.

a simple question

Seven decades in, when asked to peer insideand ruminate about my beingwith the phrase Who am I?I peel away who I have been to others:“Pops” to the grandkids,“Oh Danny,” to my dear bride.Then proudly offer up the legacy of my profession— all aligned to Tikkun Olam—and gleefully describe the joys I’ve taken up in my dotage: capturingContinue reading “a simple question”