Author: Alok Rodinhood Kejriwal

Tea, Cups and Hot Water

Since summer started, the Monastery Monks have been practicing Mindful Meditation in the Buddha Hall...Read More

To be the moon…

Often, The moon Stares at The moonlight, On the lake, And is Surprised By the beauty Of what It sees...Read More

Alone on an iceberg…

Alone, On an iceberg, Stand the snow leopard, And I.   We know each other, But have not, Become...Read More

the dark black sea

all the dark black sea, wants, is the full of me.   growling under the stars, starved by the mo...Read More

When Buddha Crosses the Street, let me know…

During the winter months, Sensei and the Monks retreated from the Monastery and stayed at the Puffy ...Read More

Three Black Crows

Three black crows, Are in my head, Playing a symphony.   The conductor is called anger, The vio...Read More

The Tax Men

Late yesterday evening, two burly men from the tax department arrived at the Monastery. They were in...Read More

Floating as a Rose Petal…

Floating as a rose petal We are so delicate Do we own our color? Is gravity a friend? Does the bowl ...Read More

The Train Man

Train wrecks of karma, Have piled up in front. The mangled, damaged debris, Of past & present de...Read More

The bearded man

The bearded man, Had planets in his eyes, When he looked at me, And said, “all will be fine...Read More

Water & Clouds

water & clouds, are my gods. colorless, egoless, in unseen meditation, floating, like migrant gy...Read More

In Heaven’s Waterfall

Water in meditation Is a waterfall. A flowing expansion, Suspended in motion, A musical friction, So...Read More

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