The Dance of Death

Daddy had chopped the tail off the Doberman pincher. The poor puppy was crying and shaking. “What have you done to Princess?” The garage was dark with cobwebs hanging in the corners. I stared at the blood where the crime had been committed. I guess he didn’t feel the...

Fluidity of Identity and Groundlessness

Pema Chödrön, Buddhist nun and teacher, says that our embodied identities are fluid and dynamic. Our incarnations in bodies are fixed but our identities are as fluid as water. Unfortunately, we do not acknowledge this fluidity in our society. We don’t typically see a...

What Does Buddhism Have to do with Black People?

  She walks through the gate, Heavy footed, Gazing out from the darkness of skin, Seeing no church pews, She sits chanting, Why have I come without knowing whose house I have entered? —zenju   I removed my sandals just outside near an open space where the...

Ring The Bell of Mourning

There is peace. Yet, I cannot even calm my heart without reminding myself of it. I cannot face another murder without knowing it. I hear the reasons, see the protest, feel the rage. I live among the popping of guns, black children afraid of imminent death, rage...