29 years ago, a wandering mendicant, I tried hitching to Texas. 24 eventful hours later, but 25 miles along and utterly lost, I was stumbled upon a Buddhist gonpa. Shock: I had no idea Tibetans were anywhere near. This morn, I was back for the first time. Next door neighbors now.
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Inside the gonpa during a 4-hour service this morning.
@CarlMcColman Nobody has yet articulated a Buddhist metaphysical grammar fusing eschatological drama and incarnational stakes. I suspect fusion, if it comes, will be born of reality itself evolving—contemplative depth co-constituted through dynamic reciprocity, alive to context and current.
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Copy of tweet here: 1/ I once asked the Christian master, Cynthia Bourgeault, what she believes distinguishes the contemplative experience in fundamentally ‘prophetic’ dispensations, such as Christianity, from that of ‘non-prophetic’ traditions, such as Buddhism. “I don't know," she humbly offered.