Thoughts are like clouds and can vanish just as clouds naturally disperse into space.
—Tulku Urgyen Rinpoche and Tsoknyi Rinpoche, “As the Clouds Vanish”
—Tulku Urgyen Rinpoche and Tsoknyi Rinpoche, “As the Clouds Vanish”
A personal blog by a graying (mostly Anglo with light African-American roots) gay left leaning liberal progressive married college-educated Buddhist Baha'i BBC/NPR-listening Professor Emeritus now following the Dharma in Minas Gerais, Brasil.
I was just looking for something that was touching a deeper place in me, than had never been touched by Judaism. Not that it couldn’t be, but that it had never happened.So to me, the maps that were available clearly pointed toward the East, but as the years went by and I got to around 1967, I realized that nobody in the West knew how to read the maps. I mean, there were some that did, but I just didn’t know them, of course.
What I recognized with him was that what I had been able to touch with acid, he could have without it.We gave it to him. Nothing happened, because if you’re in Detroit, you don’t have to take a bus to Detroit. There was nowhere for him to go, he stayed in that space. We were looking to go somewhere, to change something, because we were holding somewhere. He wasn’t holding anywhere.