Buddhist Correspondence Course Newsletter
Suffering Spares No One
Suffering spares no one, it hits peopleoutside the cell and inside the cell.Those outside the cell are at most onlymarginally, slightly better off. Whyare you so sure about this, you mightask. Our Lord Buddha said so: "If it's form, it's fake; if there's a self, there's suffer-ing." Okay, that's not exactly His word, I just added some flavor to make it easierfor my dull brain to absorb. Bottom line is, keep moving forward, for you neverknow if it's the dude in the cell or his own coach in the entoring program, whowill reach Nibbana first. It's all up to you and your own individual diligent effort.Nothing else.
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To receive copies of any of theresources listed below, please write to Rev. Richard Baksa atthe address above.• A listing by state of Buddhistgroups that may be able tosend volunteers to your prisonto conduct Buddhist activities.• The "Religious Land Use andInstitutionalized Persons Act of 2000." This guarantees equalaccess for all religions to prisonfacilities for the purpose of reli-gious meetings.• “What is the Religious LandUse and Institutionalized Per-sons Act?” This explains theAct and how it is to be applied.
Upsaka William Hoagland (Daytona Beach, FL)
The pearl from the deepShining, lustrous to behold, A gift from the sea.The sun-dragon roared,It’s dying act of the day, And was quickly gone.Rocks in the garden,Sand raked into lines and whorls,Quiet, subtle beauty.Sakura, she sang, As she strummed her samisen, And the blossoms fell.Cherry blossoms fall,Drifting slowly to the ground,Softly, quietly.The leaf, broken free,Soared swiftly, high on the wind,Lost in the forest.Brilliant falling starsStreak across the midnight sky,Bringing good fortune.The great tree stands tall, A lone sentinel in green.Over the forest.The lake’s calm surfaceMirrors the heavens above,The lone bird, winging.The face of BuddhaLooks down upon the sangha With infinite calm.Curving roofs and spire,The majestic pagodaRises to the sky.Prayers offered at dawnOften bring blessings all dayTo those of pure heart.The seed in the earthRaises its head up to breathe A flower is born.Buddhist bells ringingReverent monks sit, chantingThe name of Buddha.