THE LANGUAGE OF TRUTH IS UNARDONED AND ALWAYS SIMPLE In writing this blog, I feel like a man who is standing on a peaceful cliff looking down on a raging torrent, knowing that he must plunge into it to save a drowning child, yet aware of the possibility that both he and the child may … Continue reading About the author
THE HIDDEN GENEALOGY OF THE BUDDHAS Maitreya’s renunciation will parallel that of Gautama, but after seeing the four sights, he will spend only a week practicing the austerities, in contrast to Gautama's six years. He will sit under a naga tree and will attain enlightenment. The Divyavadana story of the Tathagata Maitreya's noble act of … Continue reading How small the past Buddha must have been!
When Zarathustra had spoken these words he looked again at the people and fell silent. There they stand (he said to his heart), there they laugh: they do not understand me, I am not the mouth for these ears. Must one first shatter their ears to teach them to hear with their eyes? Must one … Continue reading There they laugh—they do not understand Me
His peaceful countenance was neither happy nor sad. He seemed to be smiling gently inwardly. With a secret smile, not unlike that of a healthy child, he walked along, peacefully, quietly. He wore his gown and walked along exactly like the other monks, but his face and his step, his peaceful downward glance, his peaceful … Continue reading The pensive Buddha—Part II