I Don’t Practice Meditation to Feel Better. But Something Changed Anyway.
What forty years of sitting still taught me — and didn’t.
What D.T. Suzuki Wrote Ninety Years Ago — Does It Still Matter?
A question I keep circling, and can’t honestly answer.
A Bell Made of Silence.
The Bell That Was Never There: A Meditation on The Tale of the Heike’s Opening Lines
The Bell, the Ruins, and the Unknown Author (Diarogue)
Reading The Tale of the Heike’s Opening Lines Through Western Eyes
The Sadness You Were Already Expecting
On impermanence, the petals on the ground, and why we keep showing up
The Japanese Art of Impermanence: Why We Feast Under Falling Flowers
On impermanence, joy, and the Japanese obsession with cherry blossoms
I Keep Visiting a Dead Man’s Grave. He Taught Me More Than Most Living People Have.
Jiro Shirasu, cherry blossoms, and what Japanese aesthetics calls “the full feeling” — a visit to Shingetsuin Temple, Sanda City, Hyogo…
No Ceremony, No Name, Just Zen (Diarogue)
Practicing Mindfulness Through the Legacy of Japan’s Most Principled Rebel.
I’ve Been Trying to Explain Zen for Thirty Years. Here’s Why I Finally Stopped.
A note on why this project is built the way it is.
Before There Were Shrines, There Was Just the Mountain
Ancient animism didn’t disappear from Japan. It just changed its clothes.