before the fall of rain
I am hoping for peace
before it storms again
O Restless Night, be still
so I may transcend pain.
Here is a clip of his teaching on mindfulness in his own words. Listen for a few minutes if you can, for peace in your storm.
Today is Chinese New Year, the Year of the Ox, and Vietnamese Tet, Year of the Water Buffalo. I am listening to an audiobook of Jung Chang's 'Wild Swans: Three Daughters of China' and feeling so aware of freedom of speech. The blogosphere is proof of the freedom of lively conversation and cultural debates, sharing of opinions and images and historical moments. It is good to take a moment to appreciate the wonder of our unburned books and individuality.
Here is the section I am currently reading:
"My parents were under permanent orders to stay at home and wait to be summoned to the next meeting. Going into hiding was out of the question. The whole of China was like a prison. Every house, every street was watched by the people themselves. In this vast land, there was nowhere anyone could hide. My parents could not go out for relaxation either. 'Relaxation' had become an obsolete concept: books, paintings, musical instruments, sports, cards, chess, teahouses, bars - all had disappeared. The parks were desolate, vandalized wastelands in which the flowers and the grass had been uprooted and the tame birds and goldfish killed. Films, plays, and concerts had been banned...We hardly even thought of going out for a walk."
So, Happy New Year again to us all. I will eat my orange one segment at a time, and 'open my eyes to new things'.
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