dayapakshini
Sat, 24 Nov, 2018 - 10:31
Sat, 24 Nov, 2018 - 10:31In the half light of a November day, damp and drizzly I remember our teacher who let go of his body, seemingly easily and has escaped this wintry darkness. Despite him being 93 and frail I was not ready for Bhante’s death. I sobbed aloud when I read the news. Selfishly, of course, I wanted him to stay a bit longer, maybe I’d see him one more time. But also, I was glad that he had a relatively easy passing.The last...