Off to a Tibetan Buddhist Center in Philadelphia, PA.
Did not know there were so many. Buddhist Centers that is. In the USA.
Actually, in North and South America. Throw in the entire Western Hemisphere. Guess Buddhism has been on the rise in recent years.
I hope not to worship any false gods. But to practice on a path that I feel has beckoned to me for some time now. No, I won’t shave my head. Won’t take up a bowl and beg on the streets like monks who follow the traditional path sometime do.
Just want to see like-minded people and talk of Dharma, the Celestine Prophecy and maybe some Sufi poetry. Will even give up eating meat. But not fish or eggs.
I’ll let my energy commingle with theirs. Will any speak to me of Quantum Physics? That an individual can influence his own reality simply by his own intent? Will I experience Goodwill? Love?
Will my heart stop beating as fast as it did when I anticipated going on my first date? It was the anticipation that got to you, not the date. They were probably dorky, anyway. Remember?
“Beloved” One. Is it You of Whom is calling my name?
Call me Again.
No, Better yet, call me Michael J.
That’s what my friends and loved ones do.
When I “call” on them.
(See Bhuddha “Bhuddies” for the first of a 4-part series on my visit)