Tag: Poetry

There was a time when meadow, grove, and stream, 
The earth, and every common sight,
To me did seem
Apparell’d in celestial light,
The glory and the freshness of a dream.

Appropriately enough, a talk in a rainstorm! Sahajatara offers a beautiful discourse to close the Conscious Surrender to the Beautiful Arts event. She opens with this short extract from Wordsworth’s ‘Intimations of Immortality from Recollections of Early Childhood’ and a long reading from...

Maitreyabandhu has long been a champion of the Arts as a viable path of spiritual practice in the Buddhist context. And here is an unapologetic but nuanced - in many ways delightfully good humoured and cultured - look at why the Arts must be part of a wider perspective on life if they are to be any good to us. 

Drawing on sources as diverse as John Carey and Wagner via Elizabeth Bishop and Hello Kitty, Maitreyabandhu illustrates why the Arts detached...