The Dhamma Protects

“We have a lot to be grateful for, and it is our own good karma that has made it possible to be here at this moment.  The Dhamma protects the Dhamma practitioner.  We are protected because our reactions are dependable and we have found the pathway to freedom.  This is the only safety we can find.”

– Ayya Khema, from Be An Island


Night of Mindfulness–Saturday, 13 December, New Britain, CT

Please join Dharma teachers Michael Geres, Tom Duva and Julie Wagner  in practicing concentration/insight and Metta/forgiveness meditations, along with Plum Villiage’s practice of Earth Touchings which embodies these meditations.

December 13, 4-8:30PM

Hai An Pagoda

255 Cherry street  New Britain, CT

The Schedule:

4-4:45 – Bring your own light dinner to enjoy in community.

5-8 – Period of noble silence, sitting/walking meditations, earth Touchings

8-8:30 -Tea & Questions/Answers/comments

A suggested donation of $15.00 to support the temple and dana for the teachers if you are able.

For more info and to RSVP please email Tom at duvadiva@gmail.com

Hai An Pagoda MeetUp Page:  http://www.meetup.com/Hai-An-Pagoda-Meditation/

Basic Gardening

“When you plant seeds in the garden, you don’t dig them up every day to see if they have sprouted yet.  You simply water them and clear away the weeds; you know that the seeds will grow in time.  Similarly, just do your daily practice and cultivate a kind heart.  Abandon impatience and instead be content creating the causes for goodness; the results will come when they’re ready.”

– Thubten Chodron

While Eating a Pear, by Billy Collins

After we have finished here,

the world will continue it’s quiet turning,

and the years will still transpire,

but now without their numbers,

and the days and months will pass

without the names of Norse and Roman gods.

 

Time will go by the way it did

before history, pure and unnoticed,

a mystery that arose between the sun and moon

before there was a word

for dawn or noon or midnight,

 

before there were names for the earth’s

uncountable things,

when fruit hung anonymously

from scattered groves of trees,

light on the smooth green side,

shadow on the other.

From “The Art of Drowning” by Billy Collins