BEING KAREN

not all realisations are bliss some are brutal gut punched, breath out others a measureless instant when lonely transmutes to peace where emptiness becomes spacious where questions fade and nothing replaces them a peace of my own making a space that is expansive in every direction I could desire from my cushion, the horizons are infinite and nothing is small 25/4/22 Photo taken at Dratang monastery, Tibet

Life is strange, and not all surprises are good ones. I am thinking about this day a year ago, which turned out to be not a good surprise. And then my thinking took me down a path of why we measure pain and recovering from said pain in time? (Or indeed any experience.) Why this need to say how long it takes? How many creatures lived out their full life span in the last year. How many didn't, having 2 months instead of their allotted 3? How many people have endured days that f

For His Holiness I used to wonder about the karma of it all. Why this strong connection and this belief that yes you are the Buddha, blessing us by placing your feet on this earth. Complete belief. Utter trust. From a far away place, just a small person, why would I feel this? This thinking western mind would take it on, but turn it over often, like a piece from a puzzle. I saw you many times, me a face in the crowd, you above, golden and shining. I showed up every time wonde

I wrote this in 2019, it appeared in my Facebook memories this morning, strangely prophetic now ... It’s all widdershins. Don’t speak to me of retrogrades, a moment, a passing by in the sky of the malign and mischievous. No. The world is turning the wrong way. And everything that was solid is now made of glass. Brittle, shiny and treacherous. Dazzling mirrors of danger, and stage left when you are holding everything in your right. The little gods are quiet, burrowing deep, th