Better Than…

Pāli Canon

Better Than…

Better than if there were thousands of meaningless words is one meaningful word that on hearing brings peace. Better than if there were thousands of meaningless verses is one meaningful line of verse that on hearing brings peace. And better than chanting hundreds of meaningless verses is one Dhamma-saying that on hearing brings peace. This reflection from the Pāli Canon is from Thousands, Dhammap…

It’s Not a Hard Thing Out There

Ajahn Sucitto

It’s Not a Hard Thing Out There

We take suffering as a great misfortune. We take the things that stop us in our tracks as a great misfortune, but actually they can be blessings. While you’re getting ahead, succeeding and coming out on top, how much do you stop and listen? There is no need to, is there? When life is fun, who needs to be wise? When we contemplate dukkha (suffering) we begin to be aware of that. We get stopped in o…

I Receive and I Give Back

Ayyā Medhānandī Bhikkhunī

I Receive and I Give Back

Now, in my passage through Malaysia, I have again taken the opportunity to walk piṇḍapāt in the local market of Penang where it is surprisingly easy to beg. I knew I would be well-fed. With my bowl secure in its harness around my shoulder and cradling it in my palms, I stood between the main fruit and vegetable vendors and rows of flimsy stalls that display a collage of baby clothes, ladies’ handb…

Only One Book Is Worth Reading

Ajahn Chah

Only One Book Is Worth Reading

Only one book is worth reading: the heart. This reflection by Ajahn Chah is from the book, No Ajahn Chah, (pdf) p. 38.

Merit

Ṭhānissaro Bhikkhu

Merit

Of all the concepts central to Buddhism, merit (puñña) is one of the least known and least appreciated in the West. This is perhaps because the pursuit of merit seems to be a lowly practice, focused on getting and “selfing,” whereas higher Buddhist practice focuses on letting go, particularly of any sense of self. Because we in the West often feel pressed for time, we don’t want to waste our time…

The Right Balance of Effort

Ajahn Pasanno

The Right Balance of Effort

…When we’re working, how do we sustain our effort? How do we keep the kind of steadiness and pace that allows us to put forth effort without wearing ourselves out? In meditation, we have a chance to notice how difficulties can arise when we’re focused on trying to get or achieve something in our practice, when there’s an agitated energy of doing. Or we can notice a holding back of effort and how t…

At a Cremation

Ajahn Liem

At a Cremation

I heard that you went to see cremations at the crematorium in Melbourne. What would be some good reflections to use on this topic? One can take what one sees at a cremation as a theme for questioning oneself. For example: today they have burned this person, but tomorrow who knows who is going to be burned… could it be me? These are good questions because they make us skilled in dealing with the re…

Changed and Changing

Ajahn Amaro

Changed and Changing

Now it is morning again and, after grey skies in Tromsø, like yesterday it is bright above and sparkling on the water. There is a mellow mood amongst us six – a feeling of re-entering that other world and a drainedness, after the peak of our Svalbard days. When we crossed the Arctic Circle after breakfast today, there was no impulse amongst us to do more than look out of the windows above the ster…

Living In Reality

Ajahn Sundara

Living In Reality

When the weather is beautiful, we notice how the human mind is influenced and affected by the brightness of sunshine. On a sunny day in England, I always feel that the sunshine brings happiness into people’s minds, and when they’re happy, they seem to get along better naturally. What happens to our minds when the clouds come? When the mind is miserable, it is difficult to connect with people. The…

Where Is the World?

Ajahn Amaro

Where Is the World?

Lights in the dark; dozens of orange patches, human habitations, glow below the window. Turkey passes by: Muş, Solhan, Varto, Hınıs, Erzurum… a poem of pulses, the beat of life, written on the land. What are their stories? Their names? Their loves and losses? It’s the small hours here – some winter revellers might be looking up as I write hearing the sound of a plane far above, see our lights, whi…