Spirituality
Memoirs
IF TRUTH BE TOLD A MONKS MEMOIR
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'Sip by sip, I enjoyed the sparkling water, its bubbles reminding me of the rush of desires in the human mind. They would continue to rise till the water turned flat, but this did not mean I had to drink hurriedly. Bubbles of ambition and desire, of situation and circumstance, of thought and emotion, would keep emerging, but I still had the option of enjoying my drink one sip at a time, at my own pace. These bubbles were good, they were even necessary. They were not to be loathed but enjoyed, for they had made the flat water sparkle in the first place.'