The Marks

Climbing the mountainA curious story has been heard from the foothills of the Himalayas in northern India. Quite recently some tracks had been found along the snowy mountain paths of the region. The footprints were of human form and had some notable features.

Five scenes from a journey

"There are four types of progress in the practice: there is practice which progresses painfully, with slow penetration; there is practice which progresses painfully, with quick penetration; there is practice which progresses pleasantly, with slow penetration; there is practice which progresses pleasantly, with quick penetration."


The road was long and hard, and often I was cold and hungry, soaked with mud and scratched with briers. But still I followed the road, remembering the ancient signpost that had pointed me home.


Match of the aeon

I had a feeling even before the draw was made that this was going to be the big one. Since we got into the Cosmic League Cup (sponsored by Samsara) we have played some big games but the draw against the Bhūmi is the chance of a lifetime (possibly many, many lifetimes). As you know the Bhūmi are the team to beat, winners of the competition last year and going great guns this year. Not a weakness in the side and great strength in depth.


PracticeThere is within us that which is aware, that which knows. There are also the objects of awareness. The natural state of this thing that is aware is clean and bright. It is soft and gentle, it is like a magically pure mirror: it is wonderfully adaptable.

The Monarch and the Traveller

Approaching the monarch, the traveller said that he had found fragments that mentioned seven marvellous treasures. He knew the names of the seven and could enumerate them in order. Each one had a relationship to things he had some knowledge of externally, but he did not know why they might be so marvellous or why they were said to be treasures to be cultivated. The traveller had pondered over these questions many times and having heard that such a monarch (the holder of the treasures) existed, had searched him out. After much questioning.

Hot Dog Dhamma

Once upon a time the Bodhisatta was a hot dog seller in London. In this lifetime, it was said, he was developing the perfection of equanimity. This required great skill in means: however rude his customers were to him, he was always polite and courteous. One day he decided to do a really good deal: one hot dog for a pound.

A man went up to the hot dog stand and asked for a hot dog. The Bodhisatta asked him if he wanted mustard, gherkin or tomato sauce, or if he preferred it to be one with everything.


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