In the darkened morning, the light from the street lamps is blurry with fog, the hazy moon still three-quarters full. 15 tattered, graying men sit bundled up on the sidewalk in front of the veteran's building. Some wear winter caps, and one brings a...

I'm going to spend most of this weekend sitting on a cushion. Provided I don't get called in for jury duty on Friday, which as of this moment, is still a possibility, I'll start retreat with my sangha, or fellow practitioners, on Friday morning, and...

I received three e-mailed questions last week, asking my opinion on Haiti, some in philosophical terms, referencing the bent towards relativism in Zen and Taoist writings. Here are some of those questions: Is what happened to the Haitains inherently...

The swaying white robe hangs from the umbrella outside, blowing in that indecisive wind that always comes between storms. The pale sun falls, defeated by the chill. The day's last light peers through the sycamore, standing crooked and proud, like a...

I yearned for the warmth that comes from being in Guru Singh's presence. From the corner of my eye, I identified his tall form and long white beard, entering the room. Draped in hanging white cottons, guitar hanging from his back, he made his way to...