Holy Place

Big words, fancy theories, great understandings all swept away in the stream of simple awareness. Not condemned or accepted, just part of what is.

SANCTUARY

The play unfolds quite beyond us, through us and in us. The world sees us as deluded inmates. Inmates we surely are, but inmates of the sanctuary from the insane. So few admit themselves to the lunatic asylum with the express purpose of losing their minds.

-From Borderline Zen, a work in progress by Rudra

The play unfolds quite beyond us, through us and in us. The world sees us as deluded inmates. Inmates we surely are, but inmates of the sanctuary from the insane. So few admit themselves to the lunatic asylum with the express purpose of losing their minds.

 

-From Borderline Zen, A work in progress by Rudra

Turn Back Now

Despite most seekers clear view of the cracks in the façade they nurture a sliver of hope that the wall can be re-plastered. This despite the warning sign: ‘No help past this point, demolition underway, risk of annihilation’.

From Borderline Zen

LIGHT

There is no dog, but everywhere I hear him barking.

LIGHT

There is no dog, but I hear barking everywhere.

BEFORE IDENTITY

Rudra: “Please take off your shoes before you enter.”

Visitor: “But I’m not wearing any shoes.”

Rudra: “That’s it in a nutshell”.

From Borderline Zen Rudra's second book that he is working on.