The Problem with Deserving

From a Dharma talk delivered at the Salt Lake Buddhist Fellowship 7/8/2018 Let’s start our talk today with a few questions – how many of you have rationalized or justified something that you knew wasn’t good for you because your “deserved it”? How did your thinking go? What logic did you use? Have you ever watched in…

Our Chant and What it Means.

We chant a version of the nembutsu which means to keep remember the Buddha.  Here is the chant that we do  every Sunday as a part of our practice and a brief explanation of what it represent? Here it is. Namu Amitabhaya Buddhaya Dharmaya Shanghaya Namu Amitabhaya Buddhaya Dharmaya Shanghaya Namu Namu Amitbhaya Namu Namu…

We are all Refugees.

Lately the world seems on fire, with mass shootings, mass migrations and terrorist attacks.  People are more polarized of late, cultural shifts, deep old wounds are festering and all of these are changing the landscape, the earth seems to be moving under their feet and many are taking refuge in nationalism, bigotry and fear.  The…

The Nembutsu Society Book Club – Starts Feb 3rd

Our book club starts up again after a little vacation on February 3rd – 7:00 PM Salt Lake Roasting Company. (upstairs) Join us for a lively and engaged reading group, reading books from the  Buddhist tradition and specifically from the Shin tradition.  The reading group meets the first and third Tuesdays of the month. The…

Who Am I

by Haya Akegarasu  My thought is thought, It is never myself. I had thought that my thought is myself, but now I’m aware I made a terrible mistake. My experience is experience. It is never myself. I had thought that experience is myself, but now I’m aware I made a terrible mistake. My feelings are feelings,…

Life comes to us as a great, eternal calling….

Life comes to us as a great, eternal calling, reaching out to us, unfolding around and inside of us, while at the same time holding us, in our entirety,from the unnamable past to the unknowable future. Life’s eternal truth is our truth, just as surely as our temporal clinging and attachment to the dance of self…