In the Book of Elevens, Buddha says that people who cultivate an open, loving heart (maitrī) are dear to all

What I notice with loving-kindness practice is when I leave the house people smile at me more, treat me with greater kindness, and without fail someone stops me on the street or in the park

I count my little mantras and click my little prayer beads

Micro-blogging gonna turn me into a digital street preacher, when what I need to be is an irl street chaplain

One day, one training, one step at a time, I’ll get there

Sometimes we fetishize our aspirations at the expense of the life we’re actually living right now. So I’m learning its ok to let go of dreams if they’re keeping me stuck, dissatisfied, & stressed

Often when ppl stare at me on the street, I glare. Its a habitual defense from years of surviving as a trans woman in a hostile world. But what does it accomplish?

I find it entrenches me in an aversive, dualistic mindset. It exercises division, when my goal is a holistic, open, unitive experience

My god is radical awareness, my religion is wonder, my temple is body speech and mind, my doctrine is love, my prayer is gratitude, my liberation is the union of the profane & sacred

Praśrabhi (प्रश्रब्धि) is peace, pliancy, and suppleness of mind, the ability to adapt to uncertainty, to calmly ease into conditions as they arise, the sweet relief of letting go

1/2 ‘As a propagator of Buddhism I teach that "all sentient beings have the Buddha nature" and that "within the Dharma there is equality, with neither superior nor inferior". Furthermore, I teach that "all sentient beings are my children"…

I sacrifice jadedness, rigidity, and thinking I know it all at the altar of awakening to the wonder present in the world around me

If you’re not learning how to love well and how to die well, are you even living?