Author: Alok Rodinhood Kejriwal

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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