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On a September day when I was in my forties, I lay in a Tokyo hospital, my joints aching and my skin burning hot.

The Lion’s Roar Bodhi Leaves fellowship seeks to support and amplify voices of people of Asian descent writing on Buddhism, culture, and life for a predominately North American audience.

For the past twenty months, I’ve been feeding myself through a tube.

I was born in 1951 in Tokyo, Japan.

I am at an interfaith gathering of clergy who are meeting with local police.

I entered what sociologists call the sandwich generation—caring for my teenager and my aging parents simultaneously, while tending to all the rest of it: my marriage, a demanding job, a large extended family, friendships, dogs, my home, not to mention my…

My friend Omar grew up surfing here in South Orange County.

Right effort is the most underappreciated factor on the Buddha’s path to enlightenment.

After my first child was born, I fell into an exhausted sleep only to have a nightmare: I was on the deck of a ship holding my new baby.

I create sculptural paintings rooted in the ancient traditions of Japanese paper-folding and ink-painting.

Six months ago, on a blistery winter morning, I sat across from my doctor for my annual visit.

When Nguyen Xuan Bao was born one hundred years ago in the ancient Vietnamese capital of Hue, his homeland was under French colonial rule.

Dreams of a White Snow Lion: The Remarkable Life, Vision, and Deeds of the Dalai Lama (Shambhala) by Mariateresa Bianca and Sherab Dhargye—running well over six hundred pages—is the definitive biography of His Holiness the Dalai Lama.

One of our tenants hasn’t paid his rent for more than six months.

Supporters working to help the Uganda Buddhist Centre’s efforts to secure threatened wetland on Lake Victoria have cleared a major milestone: the $875,000 deposit needed to secure the land has been paid, campaign organizer Leslie Booker has announced.

Imagine an oil lamp.

In each of us, there is a young, suffering child.

Take the time to eat an orange in mindfulness.

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In 1991, shortly after my first serious breakup, I moved into my long-dead grandmother’s apartment near Coney Island.

As I’m nearing 94, in December, I’m finding my own relationship to age, sickness, and death has changed.

On the morning of August 26th, a glacier gave way above Kyirong, on the Tibetan side of the border.

“Love isn’t a state of perfect caring.

Before we can generate compassion and love, it is important to have a clear understanding of what we understand compassion and love to be.