The Art of Dying
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The Art of Dying


Spitting Buddha in the Eye

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My enlightenment — if I dare call it that, perhaps I should just call it Light Experience — took place ten or so o’clock in the morning. That same day, in the evening, I smoked hashish. To this day, more than fifty years later, I still consider this a betrayal, a deep betrayal. A betrayal of this experience, a betrayal of the Light, and Karma has been hounding me about it ever since — though it…




A Self-to-No-Self Portrait

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Ulf Wolf

Ulf Wolf

Raised by trolls in northern Sweden, now settled on the California coast a stone’s throw south of the Oregon border. Here I meditate and write.

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