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Fare well my father

A tribute to Das Chokshi (October, 1929 - June, 2015) My father had a good and honorable life. If you knew my father you already know he and my mother to be very compassionate and capable. You probably know that he took on great responsibilities and handled the challenges of life with dexterity. He was a gifted student when young but he fell ill and was ill for many years and could not complete his education. But, through hard work, he was nevertheless successful; actually twice in their lives Read more [...]


"We can understand only that which we have risen above."  --Vernon Howard Ah, here it is. Life has sweetness to it--an easy flow. After four years of seeking, and turmoil and confusion, here is the easy peace that was always here. The effort has fallen away. Go ahead and dive into self-discovery. Yes, it does take courage and honesty. And yes, there is a shaking up, some turmoil. You may feel you're worse off than before for while. Maybe for a long while. Facing your self is not Read more [...]

Remembrance: Kantilal

Kantilal Chokshi, my uncle, passed away on Wednesday June 23rd, just a few days after his 71st birthday. He loved me as a son when I was growing up. He had many challenges in his life, including health and financial problems, but he handled them with dignity and courage, and I will remember him as someone who was always very loving, jovial and generous. A few years ago he had told me he was at peace, despite his health issues. He was happy that his children had grown up to be very capable and Read more [...]

Dark Night of the Soul

Spiritual awakening doesn’t happen because you master some spiritual technique. There are lots of skillful meditators who are not awake. Awakening happens when you stop bullshitting yourself into continual nonawakening. It’s very easy to use disciplines to avoid reality rather than to encounter it. A true spirituality will have you continually facing your illusions and all the ways you avoid reality. Spiritual practice may be an important means of confronting yourself, or it may be a means of Read more [...]

Mother’s Day: On gold-smuggling, refugees, and the strength of women

On a hot African day in 1972, my mother and I were standing in line at the Post Office in Kampala, Uganda. She was dressed in a turquoise sari, her hair was braided and lustrous, and she was clutching a large cardboard box in her hands. I still had my school uniform on, a white shirt, khaki shorts, black shoes, long tan socks, with a garter in the socks. The garter had a little flag; the color of flag indicated the form you were in. Mine was green for 8th form. We had packed the box earlier. It Read more [...]


At the beach in the summer, a glorious hot morning, the sunshine on my shoulders reminds me the universe is benign and warm. The soft crunch of hot sand oozing up through my toes reminds me of the connectedness of everything, bringing me right down to mother earth. Everyone at the beach is always happy, open and playing and right here and now. The dogs running around are happy and saying it. The water is warm, but the initial dive is a cold slap in the chest, and even this feeling is important, Read more [...]


I think I saw this in a movie—A Jesuit priest in 1800’s goes to the Canadian wilderness to straighten out the brown people, the unfortunate heathens, and the Jesuit tells them of the hell-fire fury they’ll suffer if they don’t get on board, and this one aborigine, trying to follow the faith, asks if he’ll be punished for his sins before the Jesuit shoveled his truth at him, and the Jesuit said with brimming compassion, no no no God does not punish you if you don’t know they are sins, Read more [...]


You know the story of the boy who cried wolf—this kid is watching over the village sheep and he’s bored and does what I would have done as a boy, let’s just see what happens if I cry wolf, and the villagers come running out, once, twice, and the third time they don’t come and of course there’s actually a wolf munching up the sheep, and we’re supposed to learn something from this, I don’t know, something like we shouldn’t lie, certainly not three times, but the thought that springs Read more [...]