FeralMonk

A FeralMonk does not abide, takes rest in no masters refuge. Schools of thought collect like frost around ideas that occur largely out of schools. Institutions bestow credentials. Courage bestows credibility. The street and the unbeaten path are my monasteries. I have been feral all my life. Embraced transformations. Shattered cocoons. Emerged. Lately have lived by my wits with no greater need for nostalgia than that which sustains my gratitude. Faith is the willingness to show up vulnerable. Trust is actually showing up that way. Seekers never find. Finders never seek. I prefer finding. I would rather feel the Buddha's blisters on my feet, than his footsteps on my sandals. I would like it to be said of my presence, He lived happy, joyous, and free on less than his share.