Author : Yoskhaz

I woke up a little later than usual. It was too late to have tea with Li Tzu before the starting of the activities at...

Words are like capsules filled with ideas. Some to a greater degree than others. I remember reading a book by the German philosopher and monk...

It was still very early when I entered the house of Li Tzu, the Taoist master, in the small Chinese village where he lived at...

Starry Song, the shaman who had the gift of teaching the ancient philosophy of his people, lived in the Arizona Mountains. He had been invited...

It had been a while since I met Loureiro, the shoemaker who loved books and wines. Philosophy books and red wines were his favourites. The...

“Can you see what’s on the other side of the window?” the Elder, as we affectionately called the oldest monk in the monastery, asked me....

I was the reason for the absence of absolute silence.  At that hour, I could only hear my own footsteps treading on the centuries-old cobblestones...

Life was boring. That was my thought when the bus stopped near the only inn in the Chinese village on the way up to the...

Starry Song, the shaman who has the gift of perpetuating the wisdom of his ancestors through word and music, seemed to be enjoying himself. Sitting...

In the middle of the afternoon, after searching most of the monastery, I could find the Elder, as we affectionately called the oldest monk of...