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During the winter months, Sensei and the Monks retreated from the Monastery and stayed at the Puffy Cloud Lodge located on the eastern plains, below t...Read More

Three black crows, Are in my head, Playing a symphony.   The conductor is called anger, The violinist’s name is regret, The flautist goes a...Read More

Late yesterday evening, two burly men from the tax department arrived at the Monastery. They were in plain clothes and seemed in complete awe of the M...Read More

Floating as a rose petal We are so delicate Do we own our color? Is gravity a friend? Does the bowl of consciousness Even know, We exist? What makes u...Read More

Train wrecks of karma, Have piled up in front. The mangled, damaged debris, Of past & present deeds. There are no survivors, There is no hope, The...Read More

The bearded man, Had planets in his eyes, When he looked at me, And said, “all will be fine”.   The bearded man, Tried so hard to be,...Read More

water & clouds, are my gods. colorless, egoless, in unseen meditation, floating, like migrant gypsies, traveling, without destination, unstoppable...Read More

Water in meditation Is a waterfall. A flowing expansion, Suspended in motion, A musical friction, Soothing, healing, uplifting Its invisible audience....Read More

The Himalayas They know you, Having met you before, In this life or the past; There is no witness. They stand: Wishless, dreamless, deathless. A monum...Read More

This morning, after jumping meditation, Sensei requested the Monks to quietly stand in a line with a little distance between themselves. Next, Sensei ...Read More

This morning, after a session of bumblebee meditation, Sensei surprised the monks by proposing that they play ‘passing the pillow’. Sensei requested t...Read More

Last evening, Sensei accompanied by Head Monk and the Monastery Monks were strolling around the riverbank that flowed below the Monastery. At a certai...Read More