an old writer and his words

  • WHEN YOU MEET A MAN 無門關 三十六

    On the road, you will meet many. Greet each with a silence that speaks loudly. All of the books of the dharma are contained in a single gassho. A reflection on case 36 of the Mumonkan (“The Gateless Gate”)

    Lou Faber

  • ISAN’S TIME 鐵笛倒吹 十六

    A cold day — how many other winters can you remember, how many future winters can your mind grasp? Can you hold yesterday in the palm of your hand can you wrap tomorrow around your thumb? Between the palms in gassho lies all life and being. A reflection on case 10 of the Iron Flute.

    Lou Faber

  • NO TWO

    If you ask me whether a dog has Buddha nature, I will stare back at you in total silence. If you ask again, or implore an answer, I will smile at you, offer gassho and a bow. If you ask yet again, I will turn away and you will be left with a box into…

    Lou Faber

  • GOLDEN MIRAGE

    Another day attempts to slide by in the shadows, avoiding capture by pen and journal, fleeing into night where November clouds provide infinite hiding places. Or, perhaps, it will find shelter in the blinding golden glare of Pan Wat Lao Buddhadam, that appears mystically out of the Henrietta field. It’s monk smiles, knowing so very…

    Lou Faber