Reading Archives (2025)
Just Note Gone

Shinzen Young

Which technique would I pick as the quickest path to enlightenment? That is a question that I’m often asked. It’s a...

Who Is The One That Counts?

Theodore Roosevelt

It is not the critic who counts; not the (one) who points out how the strong (person) stumbles, or where the doer of deeds could have...

Genie Cannot Return To The Bottle

Ted Gutfeldt

The genie cannot return to the bottle, because the inside is the outside now. It seemed so safe and comfortable inside, familiar from...

Where The Ganges Murmur On A Sunny Day

Om Swami

Have you ever unlocked the main door and entered your home after a vacation of two or four weeks? You are greeted by the smell of a...

Freewill And Responsbility

Susan Blackmore

Do I have free will? No. I am not separate from the perceptions, thoughts and actions that make up my world. And if I am what seems to...

Sit Under The Tree

Rabbi Ariel Burger

One of the most important things that humanity has to learn for its survival is that the choice between self and other, between...

My Final Shareholder Letter

Warren Buffett

One perhaps self-serving observation. I’m happy to say I feel better about the second half of my life than the first. My advice:...

My Dreams, My Works, Must Wait Till After Hell

Gwendolyn Brooks

I hold my honey and I store my bread In little jars and cabinets of my will. I label clearly, and each latch and lid I bid, Be...

What Is A Pilgrimage?

Vimala Thakar

What is a pilgrimage? And who is a pilgrim? Life itself is a pilgrimage. The whole lifetime is the time for undertaking...

The Day I Learned Giving

Dan Clark

Once when I was a teenager, my father and I were standing in line to buy tickets for the circus. Finally, there was only one other...

Who Am I? I Am Thine!

Deitrich Bonhoeffer

Who am I? They often tell me I stepped from my cells confinement Calmly, cheerfully, firmly, Like a Squire from his country house....

Mother Earth's Humming

Yuria Celidwen

Now, She still ripples. She still hums, pulses, quivers. She still sighs, murmurs under the Skies. We pay attention, and all we hear...

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