By Halina Sobrado Wydrzycka | 3/27/2022
There is no way to sit and meditate hour after hour without renouncing, surrendering. Surrendering to the process itself. To
continue to hold on to the mind is an ordeal. There is no way to attend
to stillness while clinging to the mind, this wild animal pulling in
By Silvia Escorel | 3/27/2022
Leaves of gold
the fresh white snow
my heart soars as my boots sink.
By Bruce Stewart | 3/27/2022
In November of 2018, I gave a talk on the
Noble Eightfold Path at an Annual Old Student Meeting at Dhamma Patāpa, a
center in rural Georgia in the tradition of SN Goenka, or Goenkaji as he is affectionately known. My
intent was to present a perspective about how the Eightfold Path intersects
with our meditation practice and daily lives, based on my teaching experience,
practice, and reading over the decades in this tradition.
By Patrick Given-Wilson | 3/20/2022
By Paul and Susan Fleischman | 3/20/2022
As a spring-fed pond wells up with water from its cool depths,
and also receives rain from above
sent by the rain-god from time to time,
so that the rain from above and the spring water from below
this pond will become washed through and radiant with fresh
By Manish Chopra | 3/20/2022
I lunched quickly and went back to my room to think through a few
questions I intended to ask at 12:30 pm after the formal Q&A session
open to all students was over, as I had prearranged a private meeting
through the server managing the course. I headed up eagerly to the
Dhamma Hall at 12:20 pm so I might get an extra minute or two with him
in case he wasn’t meeting with another student and I could also catch
the tail end of the official Q&A period.
By Andrée François | 3/5/2022
By Pierre Robert | 3/5/2022
When I was a child I believed, as did many my age, that carrying a
rabbit's foot in my pocket had the power to bring me luck. I never left
home without my precious lucky charm, and I would close my eyes while
rubbing the fetish, hoping that my latest wish would come true. This
ritual was not unlike the fervour I put into my evening prayers,
kneeling with my hands folded: "God, please let me have a new pair of
skates for Christmas!" or "God, please don't let my mother find out I
broke her mirror!"
At some point I had to face the fact that my
prayers were rarely answered, and so the rabbit's foot eventually ended
its career at the bottom of a trash can along with my declaration: "That
thing doesn’t work!"
By Annandhi Chandrasekaran | 3/5/2022
My mind races and rides
through its maze byzantine
as it reads the blogs and views
of people on the news.