This story–of choosing between family life and a less crowded, noisy, crazy-making spiritual path–reaches into the bruised hearts of our childhood. We sense this conflict in our parents, even–especially–as children. And we struggle to make peace with it in our grownup lives.

Wishing you all you need to support you in your own journey…
Hiro Boga´s last post … Sunday Poem: Buddhist Chronicles 7

I feel so specially touched by these two poems, Erika´s words are very close to my heart, dont really know how to permanently be aware that my beloved family IS my spiritual path at this moment, that at some point i chose this for my self for a reason, that everything i seek is right there in front of me…i know this, is just overwhelming sometimes.

I´ve never commented before Hiro, but i need to say i feel like home reading you. I look foward to the day i can hear your voice.

2 lotus blossoms
were left at home
in exchange for
1 lotus blossom
that, apparently,
defies domestication.

From what I’ve seen,
family
is the most rigorous spiritual path of all.

And many think about fleeing
the responsibility of It.
But few get accolades for doing so.

You, Siddhartha, are the exception.

Had you walked among us today,
you’d probably have to swap
the title “Enlightened One”
for “Deadbeat Dad.”

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Hiro, this poetic series evokes shadow work for me. Ouch. And thank you.
Erika Harris´s last post … Got a decision to make? This might help.