Buddhism
Wesak Dream: A Personal Meditation
A large golden Buddha who wasn’t a statue, but living somehow. There were flowers all around, though I can’t tell you what kind. When I sat next to him the golden glow extended to me as well, though I wouldn’t say it was mine. And when we spoke the ideas that would form in our hearts , it was flowers that would leave our mouths instead of words
India’s Past, a Mirror of America’s Future
Following up on the thread concerning security and liberty in the context of the TSA airport security, it is good to recall the protections guaranteed by America’s founding documents, notably “The right of the people to be secure in their persons, houses, papers, and effects, against unreasonable searches and seizures, shall not be violated…” This […]