Dosho to a hostile fifteen-year old, ” Your anger appears to be misplaced.”
Young man looking around at the floor, “Really, where did I put it?”

Practicing Through Snow and Cold (or Whatever Afflictions May Visit)
Restraining the Nevertheless Deluded One: Vine of Obstacles Turns Two
The Way of Tenderness: the Form and Emptiness of Race, Sexuality, and Gender
Zenshin Tim Buckley Dies: One Heartbeat, Ten Thousand Buddhas

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