The Buddha Game

The Buddha Game

Here’s another fun game. Imagine that everyone who comes into your experience is enlightened, a fully realized Buddha. Every one of them understands the ultimate nature of reality, and they all know you, fully and completely. Every thought you think, they hear. Every...

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No genie required

No genie required

One day, you stumble across a magic lamp in a back alley—you just had a feeling something special might be under a trash pile back there so you walked into the dark to check it out. You rub its golden side, because that’s what you’re supposed to do with magic lamps,...

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If you get tired

One of the best pieces of advice I received before I set out to walk across America was this, from my friend, Ben: "Remember, if you get tired out there...take a break." Taking a break this week, folks. Peace.  

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Possibility

Possibility

I was talking about all the ways I scare myself last night, those little gnarly thoughts that strike and stick, that grow into stories about “what it means” and “where it’s going,” that then become entire worlds after just a few seconds of following them, worlds...

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Something to grow into

Growing yourself such that you don’t need to know what you’re going to say before you say it, don’t even care to know anymore. Becoming yourself in such a way that you trust whatever comes out, however and whenever it comes, trust that it is serving somehow, trust...

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Disarm yourself

Disarm yourself

To the presidents, generals, soldiers, police officers, snipers, assassins, gang leaders, NRA members, executioners, and anyone else willing to deal out death with the slightest movement of your pointer finger or to command it through the pointer fingers of the people...

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Questions for Sunday school

What if God wasn’t something invisible and faraway to be worshipped and waited for, but something you were, in fact, obliged to be? Something you needed to be, and were needed to be? Not something out there that would eventually take care of you sometime in the...

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Floating

The cottonwood snow is falling outside, flying. Inside each puffy fluff is a seed, and these seeds ride the wind, all of the wind, the buffeting gusts that blow your hair and the subtlest streams that you can’t even feel. But the seeds can feel. They are sensitive,...

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