Sinopsis
Zen Dharma Talks by Joan Sutherland, Roshi
Episodios
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Sitting in the Fire IV Poetry
05/07/2011 Duración: 33minJuly 5 - 8, 2011 | Sangre de Cristo Center | Tesuque, NM During this retreat three wildfires raged in the Sangre de Cristo mountains around us. We took up a koan about the great conflagration that ends every aeon in buddhist cosmology, and we paid attention to what it was like to sit, right there, in the hazy light of the kalpa-ending fire. We practiced ‘neither for nor against,’ something about which the desert rocks bathed in that light had something to say. photo credit : Michael Wilding
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Sitting in the Fire III
05/07/2011 Duración: 48minJuly 5 - 8, 2011 | Sangre de Cristo Center | Tesuque, NM During this retreat three wildfires raged in the Sangre de Cristo mountains around us. We took up a koan about the great conflagration that ends every aeon in buddhist cosmology, and we paid attention to what it was like to sit, right there, in the hazy light of the kalpa-ending fire. We practiced ‘neither for nor against,’ something about which the desert rocks bathed in that light had something to say. photo credit : Michael Wilding
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Sitting in the Fire II
05/07/2011 Duración: 56minJuly 5 - 8, 2011 | Sangre de Cristo Center | Tesuque, NM During this retreat three wildfires raged in the Sangre de Cristo mountains around us. We took up a koan about the great conflagration that ends every aeon in buddhist cosmology, and we paid attention to what it was like to sit, right there, in the hazy light of the kalpa-ending fire. We practiced ‘neither for nor against,’ something about which the desert rocks bathed in that light had something to say. photo credit : Michael Wilding
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Sitting in the Fire I
05/07/2011 Duración: 15h38minJuly 5 - 8, 2011 | Sangre de Cristo Center | Tesuque, NM During this retreat three wildfires raged in the Sangre de Cristo mountains around us. We took up a koan about the great conflagration that ends every aeon in buddhist cosmology, and we paid attention to what it was like to sit, right there, in the hazy light of the kalpa-ending fire. We practiced ‘neither for nor against,’ something about which the desert rocks bathed in that light had something to say. photo credit : Michael Wilding
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