Come join us!
"Ziji" is the Tibetan word for the innate, brilliant confidence possessed by all beings. The Ziji Collective is a community inspired by the Shambhala vision of an uplifted human society and dedicated to manifesting that vision in the world through the transformative power of collective action. There are Ziji Collective groups all over the world. Find the closest one to you!
Find a group
Written by Christian Florez on November 25, 2014
“We die to each other daily. What we know of other people is only our memory of the moments during which we knew them. And they have changed since then. To pretend that they and we are the same is a useful and convenient social convention which must sometimes be broken. We must also remember that at every meeting we are meeting a stranger.” T.S. Elliot I loved her deeply. There were times in the relationship where I would spontaneously break into tears out of how deep my emotions for her ran. I look back on this time and realize…
Written by Annica Crouse on November 18, 2014
Editor’s Note: From October 24th to 26th, the Ziji Collective hosted a Youth Leadership Intensive program at Karmê Chöling, a Shambhala Meditation Center in Barnet, Vermont. The program was lead by Shastri Nick Kranz. Court Donner, a Ziji leader in Nashville, Tennessee, has generously submitted his photos of the weekend.
Written by Edmund Mills on November 11, 2014
Having being involved with the Ziji Collective for awhile now, one question has often arisen as I reflect on my experience: How do we sustain the inspiration we find when we gather together? The Ziji Collective has assembled a few times, and each has been filled with magic, inspiration, and heart. We’ve trained together, shared ideas and vision, and formed new friendships. Then, returning home, we’ve tried to draw from and honor this as it fades into a dreamlike memory. So, how can we keep this as something real in our lives? Something that we feel connected to and can tap into?…
Written by Peter Park on November 3, 2014
I drop my moving box onto the floor. One of many boxes littering the entire house. A thick layer of dust covers everything. The kitchen sink is overfilled with dishes. Fly larvae overrun the bathroom. Doubt and grief grip my heart. I grit my teeth as a lump forms in my throat. The other roommates moved in early, but I still have a month until the subletter leaves. I worry whether this scene is foreshadowing my future. Didn’t we share the dharma house vision? Or was it all just a delusion? I take a deep breath. Calm yourself, Peter. I’m…