Category: The Arts
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Sikkim (haiku) Sequence
(Written by Maeve O’Sullivan on the month long retreat with Donal Creedon and Ringu Tulku Rinpoche at the Bodhicharya Retreat Centre, January 2017) waxing wolf moon lighting the road to our retreat *** less cloudy today first sight of Kanchenjunga *** thunderclap! the new prayer flags get their first blessing *** walking meditation… the cream-coloured butterfly…
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HOW TO LET ALTRUISM BE YOUR GUIDE
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Lifting the Lid on foraging and community gardening
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When You Are Old
When you are old and grey and full of sleep, And nodding by the fire, take down this book, And slowly read, and dream of the soft look Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep; How many loved your moments of glad grace, And loved your beauty with love…
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Andy Puddicombe: All it takes is 10 mindful minutes
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Buddha at Kamakura, by Rudyard Kipling
Buddha at Kamakura O YE who tread the Narrow Way By Tophet-flare to Judgement Day Be gentle when “the heather” pray To Buddha at Kamakura! To him the Way, the Law, apart. Whom Maya held beneath her heart, Ananda’s Lord, the Bodhisat, The Buddha of Kamakura. For though he neither burns nor sees, Nor hears…
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TED TALK ABOUT BHUTAN
Sourced from Conscious Action Network
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What Meditation Really is: Ringu Tulku Rinpoche
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Buddhist Poetry
The past is already past. Don’t try to regain it. The present does not stay. Don’t try to touch it. From moment to moment. The future has not come; Don’t think about it Beforehand. Whatever comes to the eye, Leave it be. There are no commandments To be kept; There’s no filth to be…
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Umbra
Malcolm Sutherlandhttp://www.animalcolm.com/#!about/c786
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Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
Whose woods these are I think I know. His house is in the village, though; He will not see me stopping here To watch his woods fill up with snow. My little horse must think it queer To stop without a farmhouse near Between the woods and frozen lake The darkest evening of the year.…
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Three Poems: Cicely Gill
At the Market ‘This was last summer’: she holds out a bouquet of dried flowers – woundwort, oregano, lady’s mantle. ‘They will keep their colour for ever’. Lavender, totter-grass, helichrysum. Names have their beauty too. ‘Grown from seed in my garden’. Statice, straw-flowers. Light in her hand, sunshine incarnate. Not Just Haiku Not just…
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A Heartwarming Holiday
WISHING YOU AND YOURS A HEARTWARMING HOLIDAY Holy is the breath of each sacred day, rising through the mist of Creation into the bright plains of sunlight, coursing through human bones and being, consecrated in circle of family, friendship, community; penetrating soul in baptismal rivers of faith; ships of endurance, fleets of fortitude, sails…
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To Waterfall
To Waterfall Hills playing games in the mist, “now you see me, now you don’t”. White clouds part – a flash of blue, then close – a curtain pulled across the sky. Brambles nodding in the breeze wisely agreeing. Rowan berries peak out from leaves Nature’s hide and seek. Wind through trees rustles and rushes…
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THE FOUR NOBLE TRUTHS: RINGU TULKU RINPOCHE
With the kind permission of Thomas Zachmeier, a filmaker at Conscious Action Network. Thomas lives in Berlin.
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The Four Reminders
With the kind permission of Thomas Zachmeier, a filmaker at Conscious Action Network. Thomas lives in Berlin.
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Two Poems by Angus Ogilvy: from Lights in the Constellation of the Crab
Cartography Following the old maps, he arrived just where he had planned to be. The landscape conformed to interpretation: that hill, those clumps of trees, the village gathered around the bridge. He saw the things he’d expected to see, given the forecasts, the time of year: the lone fox and the raven falling. …