We weigh even more than the earth,
a plop, we sink, a stone in lake,
the sludge descends amidst our girth, Continue reading
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We weigh even more than the earth,
a plop, we sink, a stone in lake,
the sludge descends amidst our girth, Continue reading
Twenty-three meditators attended each of the two retreats in the Thai Monastery, Sarnath, India, this February (2020). Far fewer joined the retreat this year than 2109 with many cancellations due to coronavirus, floods, firestorms, political unrest in India etc. Continue reading
On my chimney top, the seagull meditates with curiosity
It dwells beyond the dance of dawn and meandering clouds. Continue reading
A friend and meditator in Europe emailed me on the support she received from The Summer Day as she explored her current experiences and priorities.
Mary Oliver is a patron saint of the Sangha of Meditators Continue reading
I recall in the late 1970s reading the Poem Call Me by My True Names by the beloved Buddhst monk, Venerable Thich Nhat Hahn. The poem has perhaps became the best loved poem in the Buddhist world in recent generations. Continue reading