Nun of Your Business

Here is a poem by my grandmother, Amma, written in my voice in 1962 when I was 2-1/2 years old. It's uncannily insightful. Also, my mother wrote a note in my baby book that says, "Chattered from the time we can remember, gradually became intelligible." I wonder what I was trying to say. By the way, my parents are very intelligent--not dense or slow as Amma suggests. Amma's Poem I'm a little girl named Karen, Two years old and half to three. From another world I came here, -- This one's strange and interests me. There are many people 'round me Who I have become to know, But in way of understanding They seem very very slow. There's a person I call Daddy, He's as good as good can be, -- When I try to tell him something He just stares and stares at me. He says "what, --what are you saying?" Ah, I wasn't making sense, I give up and turn to playing, -- Sometimes he acts very dense. Then there's someone I call Mother, Loving care she giv

Here is an interview that my friend forwarded to me. It relates to something I've been writing recently on Buddhist Perspectives on God. This part is interesting--from the interview with Robert Wright: It’s not the theology of Buddhism that attracts me to it. And there is no single theology of Buddhism. Some Buddhists are essentially atheistic. Most [in Asia] are not. Most of the things Americans think about Buddhism in Asia – that Buddhists meditate and don’t believe in god – are for most Buddhists in Asia, wrong. Most of them...are theistic and don’t meditate. The monks meditate. Evolution of God , by Robert Wright