by mugwortborn | May 16, 2026 |
She had hazel eyes. I was in my early 30s and where I came from, blue eyes were rare and hazel were virtually unknown. I had often stepped outside my own dark-eyed world and had met quite a few blue-eyed human beings. But I had never seen hazel eyes before, the...
by mugwortborn | Jul 21, 2022 |
Unlike most professionals, tulkus are not given job descriptions. All they have to go on are centuries of insidiously accumulated expectations and mountains of unfair assumptions. Once a child has been labelled a ‘tulku’ (a recognised reincarnation of a Tibetan...
by mugwortborn | Jun 9, 2022 |
Mr. Mao was a tall, broad-shouldered, well built Chinese man. Already in his seventies, he was bald except for an ear-to-ear fringe of thin grey hair, yet his fresh, rosy complexion and puckish grin gave him the air of a mischievous teenager who was always getting...
by mugwortborn | Jul 5, 2020 |
O! brother moon, what do you eat? “I eat eggs,” says the moon. Where are the eggs? “They’re on the table,” says the moon. Where is the table? “It was burned by the fire,” says the moon. Where is the fire? “It was extinguished by water.” Where is the water? “Drunk by...
by mugwortborn | Dec 13, 2019 |
EPISODE SIXTEEN: PURE PERCEPTION AND THE DESTROYER OF DEMONS In my view, my grandfather Kyabje Dudjom Rinpoche was more of a beautiful man than a handsome one. Until the end of his life he remained one of the most elegant and well-groomed people I have seen. So much...
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