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The Bowl, Tray, Rice and Chopsticks

Yesterday in the late morning, after a long session of watchful meditation, Sensei invited the monks to gather around and sit with him on the communal table. It was nearing noon and the monks were hungry. Just as the monks sat down, Sensei gently placed a tray in the center of the table. The tray was ornate and beautiful, with etchings on the side. Inside, there was a bowl of white steaming rice, a small serving of soya sauce and a pair of quaint wooden chopsticks. The bowl was made of blue…

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Tea, Cups and Hot Water

Since summer started, the Monastery Monks have been practicing Mindful Meditation in the Buddha Hall, from four a.m. in the morning. After an hour and half of sitting still, they all look forward to their stretching exercises and sipping hot cups of strong jasmine tea, sometimes flavoured with bits of ginger & orange. For the past three days however, there have been strange occurrences in the hall. The first time, there was only the large kettle with boiling water placed in the room. The next…

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To be the moon...

Often, The moon Stares at The moonlight, On the lake, And is Surprised By the beauty Of what It sees. And the Lake knows, It is the moon, Not the sun, That has The gift To make It shine. Oh I want To be A moon The moon, To make, Others shine... - mumbai april 10, 2014

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