photo Georgos Tsamakdas   The bell tolls at four in the morning. I stand by the window, barefoot on the cool floor. The garde...

Beyond beliefs and notions, let the lilt and waft of suchness sift through the spacious sky of mind without any restriction, fillin...

The light of mind is reflected in emptiness; its substance is void of relative or absolute. Golden waves all around, Zen is cons...

Q: What is this big talk about elimination of the self? How can the self eliminate itself? What kind of metaphysical acrobatics can l...

Ah, once more he put a fire in me,    And once more this crazy heart    is craving the open plains.    This ocean of love ...

Happiness cannot be found through great effort and willpower, but is already p...

On "Desert and Void" "The uncreated is waste and emptiness to the creature - not even sand, not even stone, not e...