Fist Bump Gassho – Meditation Chapter I – November 10, 2019

This will be my second attempt to write this meditation. The first ill fated attempt was when my lung collapsed while on the plane in route to visit my brother. It is Sunday morning now and I’ve been here since Wednesday night. OK, you can sort of catch up on more details elsewhere in the writing. For now let me get going with the theme so there are no other interruptions. My motivation for writing…

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Difficult to Enter – Meditations Chapter II – November 6, 2019

I’m typing this while I am in the air flying from Syracuse to Charlotte with my final destination Corona, California to spend 8 days with my brother. There may be a murder. No, seriously I like my brother tremendously and highly respect him, his life, and his large family. We both are almost complete opposites. He likes hot weather, I like cold. He likes large families, I prefer my single life. He likes race cars,…

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Scroll Airing – Temple Treasures – November 3, 2019

Today at the temple I shared with our online viewers some of the many treasures of the temple.   Among our treasures are many examples of Shakyo, sutra passages copied that were then donated to the temple for storage and prayers.  The sutra passages range from Chapter II, III, XVI, and XXI.  Also there are many sheets of Odaimoku written out with prayers for peace and health as well as good fortune.  I spent the longest…

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Specific Versus General – Part 2 – Sangha Building – Dharma Talk – October 21, 2019

“Thereupon the World-Honored One said to Gautami (a woman): ‘Why do you look at me so anxiously? You do not think that I assured you of your future attainment of Anuttara-samyak-sam-bodhi because I did not mention you by name, do you? Gautami! I have already said that I assured all the Sravakas of their future attainment of [Anuttara-samyak-sambodhi. Now you wish to know my assurance of your attainment [of Anuttara-samyak-sambodhi].’” Lotus Sutra Chapter XIII To…

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