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The Moon Appears When the Water is Still Reflections of the Dhamma
Publisher: Pariyatti Publishing
Imprint: Pariyatti Press
2003 Trade Paper, English $13.95 Available now Pages: 116 Size: 5.5" X 8.5" Inches ISBN 13: 978-1-928706-17-5 ISBN 10: 1928706177 Product Code: 771140 Culled from the Buddha's teaching, contemporary literature, and the author's own life lessons, this book is a gently humorous, powerful yet sweet gathering of story-poems, offered as a help when read or recalled at the time when they are most needed. Those practicing meditation may find refreshment, joy and a challenge to apply their practice in daily life; others may find an observant and empathetic voice in these lines.
Excerpts:In India I came upon a beggar woman covered in dust and grime seated at the side of the road. Someone had given her a plate of food which had attracted a mangy and growling mad dog. He too was hungry And without hesitation she shared her only food with him. He ate and then lay down at her feet. Locked in their respective kammas there was still room for kindness. And if I could speak her language (I spoke unilingual affluence and she all the dialects of abject poverty) I would beg her to tell me how her heart can shine so brightly beneath the dust of her life. Slowing down and attending to just this breath allows the reality of Now to reveal its nature. Excerpts:In India I came upon a beggar woman covered in dust and grime seated at the side of the road. Someone had given her a plate of food which had attracted a mangy and growling mad dog. He too was hungry And without hesitation she shared her only food with him. He ate and then lay down at her feet. Locked in their respective kammas there was still room for kindness. And if I could speak her language (I spoke unilingual affluence and she all the dialects of abject poverty) I would beg her to tell me how her heart can shine so brightly beneath the dust of her life. Slowing down and attending to just this breath allows the reality of Now to reveal its nature. |