At the door, is a pile of stuff. I am looking at it with the eye of measurement. Why? The pile looks paltry. True, it is colorful, a mound of sweaters, and not just any ones, these are all cashmere, some made in Scotland, the very best quality. At the same time, they are not the best because they are second hand, culled from charity shops and thrifting.
It can be read in many ways; reading some of its sections based on a particular interest, but also opening it at random and seeing what it offers us
IDC Kundrolling, in New York, moved online at the very beginning of the pandemic by starting a Green Tara practice, twice a day.
A Google Group has been established for members of the Dzogchen community related to the challenge of providing support and identifying resources for those with a life threatening condition or terminal illness.
Through the ripening of karma and by magical synchronistic events, I found myself winning a raffle ticket in February, which would send me to Nepal
Another point of view from the pen of Tenzin Gendun
Nadia Gaggioli’s poem inspired by Merigar West from her collection “E sono io ..”
But just as my bodily eyes saw you, Judy, so, too, the deeper ‘I’ of who I really am also saw the deeper ‘you’…..
Something inspired by the Thogdal retreat just beginninglessly endless…
We hope you enjoy this drawing from the pen of Tenzin Gendun who is currently studying at Nalanda Monastery near Toulouse, France