Posts Tagged "Korea"

The Abandoned Place In Me

The structure reveals itself in its failings as well is what it aims to accomplish, though the aim is certainly under question. For instance, what are we doing? I came to Korea to ordain as a Zen monk, but there are things that need to be mastered first, namely,...

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The Thing

I realized this morning after looking into some recent events – small as they may be, a significant current that runs through my life, its great gift. I’m studying the Korean language at Dong Guk University in Seoul with a group of 8 others from around the world. The...

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The Revolution Continues…

In South Korea again, I found my way back to Shin Won Sa, where much of The Zen Revolution transpired/was written. The Gye Ryong Mountains…       It was striking how different it looked (after 16 short years). The Zen Hall…         …is now a...

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News from the road – Hyaeng Chon Sa

  The foreign monks of Haeng Chon Sa on the (Buddhist) news in Korea during an ongoing winter kyol-che (ango). Note especially the famous eyebrows of Hyon Mun Sunim (Bodhidharma)… coming soon, Bo Haeng Sunim watches Bo Haeng Sunim watches Bo Haeng Sunim.

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the great peace

The last day the road expanded and contracted like an oily snake. The high-tension lines rose above the terrain. The dividing line was not there, but between rice crackers or grapes. We stopped sometimes and admired the leaves blowing, and again the wheels turned. How many miles? Not enough...

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kyol-che 2012

a few days before kyol-che in south Chungcheong province – Hyang Chon Sa..

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The Dark

  The day turns on its end, a heavy weight that sinks in heated air beneath the streets. The platform is quite, policed, desolate in the way of caves and grime.   Ummmmm.   I spend a few moments on a stone bench completely broken, abandoned, sorting through the...

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Day retreat..

Dust still hangs in the air from the morning’s hunt for all sorts of small things that roll under other things. Some of them remain hidden, or lost.  My eyes still busy, I find myself reading the faces of people as they drive past, their driving masks. The police...

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