When I see I am nothing, that is wisdom.  When I see I am everything, that is love.  Between these two my life moves. Sri Nisargadatta Maharaj (1897-1981) ‘You are not

Written on a monastery wall at Mount Athos, Greece: This is exactly the work of true meditation. It is very, very, very hard to express in words the “how” of

Recently, I was visiting the aged mother of one of my Zen students. The old woman lived alone in a big house, since her husband and brothers and sisters had

In Zen practice, we meditate on the question, “What was your original face, before your parents were born?” Seeing these new colorized, re-digitized old films of a relatively recent world

This is all we do in meditation. Sometimes I “nudge” the practitioners, during sitting, “What hears that? What sees this breathing… happening…? What is the witness?” and “Leave thinking alone

A truly moving poem on a matter I have wondered about, many many times: Which is the day that I pass — unknowing, unawares — which will become the day