The world is always burning - it's important to remember this, despite all the technological progress and the deeper and deeper understanding of the world that we discover, in every  avenue of existence.

When we have death squads under consideration, and tsunamis killing 156,000 people in four hours, with worse to come,  the truth of dukkha hits you like a freight train.

Who will save your soul? 


An arrow gathering speed, a bullet shot from a gun, a man dying of thirst, my desire for enlightenment consumes me, devours me, wakes me up in the night by grabbing me by the throat.  Always, always at attention, focused, present, I become that wish I seek.  Will the sadhana and satoris I find support me in the final hours?  In the frailest of times, in the direst of circumstances, will understanding be undone?  Will I mistake contentedness for contemplation, arrogance for acceptance, laziness for light?