There are many linden trees in Sahet Mahet shravasti, India. When I visited there, I'd never gotten bored staying and sitting all day long.
(the photo was a linden tree near the Ānanda linden tree when I visited there in 2018).#India#Buddhism#meditation#mindfulness
The meaning of this is that, the meaning of that is this; the meaning of any this is all this or any or all that, ... the meaning of All is Meaninglessness.
Bhikkhu Ñānamoli
Under the bushes in the dusk a land rail-not fugitive nor unfriendly. Neatly dressed in sober subdued colours as usual with its kind; this one in dark grey with russet head and striped pants; oversized shanks and toes.
Prudent, grave and judicious; middle-class, unafraid, skilfully avoiding the inappropriate and the exaggerated,- the simple, Quaker-like humility a little studied? No use for "art" —see the huge, shapeless but so serviceable nest,
I should like to be reasonably contident ot dying quietly without remorse for what was done badly or wrong, regarding it as the result of honest mistakes; and without regret for anything at all left behind.
Bhikkhu Ñānamoli
I should like to be reasonably contident ot dying quietly without remorse for what was done badly or wrong, regarding it as the result of honest mistakes; and without regret for anything at all left behind.
Bhikkhu Ñānamoli
I should like to be sure that there was someone I had met or had known, who was, on balance, better off for the acquaintance.
But how to know this?
Bhikkhu Ñānamoli
If one has not attained any superiority over the average it looks silly to run down average people-and if one does obtain superiority there is no need to do so. Carping is the last desperate attempt at self-justification.
Bhikkhu Ñānamoli
All these things one gets attached to are continually letting one down by changing or dying or getting destroyed, or if it seems not, it is because one has oneself let them down by oneselt changing or falling sick or dying.
Bhikkhu Ñānamoli
The beauty of the world sometimes seems to hang about it like the shapes fancied in the pale coils of vapour exhaled by a midden on a still autumn evening.
Bhikkhu Ñānamoli
Intellect is like the dry land-by itself, without the rain drawn from the sea, it is like a barren desert. Feeling or emotion, is like the ocean—by itself also a desert of waves.
They may cooperate as where Western Europe meets the Atlantic, or they may remain aloof and indifferent as on the shores of the Sahara.
Bhikkhu Ñānamoli
Funny how many claim to have the key to unlock the serers of the universe-but where are those who will show, by example, where is the keyhole for their key?