I feel honoured and so very grateful to have been able to serve Bhante as secretary in the last few years of his life. Clear and bright was his mind right up until his death, full of warmth and kindness for those that came into his sphere.
Though we were generations apart he always took interest in what interested me and our work together was so very smooth and straightforward, which is impressive given Bhante’s poor eyesight and my general lack of secretarial...
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It is almost a week since the funeral and Adhisthana is returning to normal, although of course it is a new normal. “Life is King” as Bhante Urgyen Sangharakshita told us and Life goes on. The trees drop their leaves and work needs to be done. Sunday and Monday here saw community and volunteers taking down chairs, dismantling the shrine in the barn - will it ever be the same space? - and cleaning. Lots of cleaning,...
I first came along in early 1978 to the LBC, and met Bhante that Christmas while on a womens’ retreat at Street Farm in Norfolk. It was my first retreat and I felt a bit overwhelmed by the intensity and mid-winter darkness of it all - I was used to sunny Australian Christmas beach barbecues, beer, surf and sandflies. I was also a bit trepedacious about the arrival of a group of radical feminist LESBIANS who were about...
Last Saturday, as many hundreds were gathered at Adhistana for Bhante’s final farewell, those of us who who stayed in Berlin came together as a sangha to rejoice in Sangharakshita and his life. We reflected how his life and the dharma he taught has touched and changed ours, we rejoiced in his life, heard stories and anecdotes of personal meetings people had had with him; all in a context of meditation, mantra chanting and puja.
And then we tuned into the live stream that had...
So this first era of the Triratna movement has come to its end with the death of our founder and teacher, our contemporary ‘shower of the way’, Urgyen Sangharakshita. What difference will this make to the movement? Actually, the answer to that should be ‘none at all’. Sangharakshita was fully aware that his lifetime was brief, the continuation of the movement he founded depended on it functioning without him and took the necessary steps to ensure that it would.
I have been trying to absorb (or meet?) my time at Adhistana on Friday and Saturday. It was such a beautiful, and cold (!), event, with the rain largely stopping and the sun coming through as we progressed through the metta bhavana.
Anyway, as well as writing a shabda report today after I’d got the kids off to school, I wrote a poem, which I thought I’d share.
With love from Sussex.
Pilgrim He looked lovely, I thought, unconfined by a coffin, his nose...