China’s Gen Zen


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Looks like Chinese millennials are equally apathetic as their western counterparts.  That’s according to China’s Global Times.

Rather than focus on capitalistic careers or communist-party dogma, China’s so-called Zen Generation is turning away from money and Mao and looking farther back in history, back to Buddha himself and his image of inner peace.

Sounds like these twentysomething Chinese are lacking a little Confucian structure.  They prefer to lounge around in Lao Tzu’s Tao, waiting for wu wei to woo them off the couch.

Actually, this bodes well for China’s future.  If she can detach from imported ideologies, if she can return to her own ancient wisdom, the rest of the world would be wise to follow.



Merry Enlightenment

IMG_20171214_135146186From ancient China to modern-day  San Francisco, here’s wishing everyone a very Buddha Christmas… May all our hopes and dreams appear as simply as our breath, and may we all keep breathing…

Wabi Sabi Yo


In Zen-bending Japan, the idea of a “rustic, withered loneliness” turned romantic over time, adapting into an appreciation of flaws, a respect for spontaneous error.

American writer Ernest Hemingway urged fellow writers to imbue their characters with lots of flaws, the more the better; and the more real their characters seemed.

The Bible introduced a God willing to forgive our faults and flaws, someone to love us unconditionally, no matter our transgressions.

And the Japanese concept of wabi-sabi accepts the flaws in our efforts, appreciates them as examples of wu wei, as examples of unintended action, and then celebrates them — raising them to the level of art.


Zen Man Who

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Back mid-90s, in the days of AOL, I logged in as ZenManMe.  Sometime around 2000, I got on with Google.  By then, I was teaching college in the Bay Area and learning the local vernacular.

Thus, Zen Man Yo!

On paper, I’m hardly a Zen Man.  No meditation in any organized way.  No dharma-talk attendance.  No shaving my head to show I’m not attached to my hair.

Instead, I’m more of a Tao Man — one who follows Taoism, the native Chinese influence on Siddhartha’s rising Buddhism.

Like legendary Lao-Tzu, a Taoist follows the middle path through the Tao te Ching, rides each wave of universal oomph, acting only when nature acts within.

Looking back, Tao Man Yo might’ve been a better login.  But something inside me went with Zen, so I went with the Tao, riding that wave till now.