Lunging after Lunch

People often ask me how often I go ‘home’ to England. Which tickles me somewhat, as it might be more productive to ask how often I leave my room …. We monks like to hide away and be alone. In fact, the opportunity to be alone is the main reason I remain a monk. However, the lure of a good lunch is always guarenteed to tempt monks out in the morning. On Sunday I went to a function at a meditation society, and the food was magnificent; a big difference from our usual meaty fare. Lots of vegetarian stuff, and cheesy pizza etc … I caught myself plotting “how can I engineer it so I come here more often ?… ”

This issue came up recently in the talk on Dukkha, during which I had intended to recite a short poem by William Blake which shows you can enjoy a fleeting pleasure without grasping after it:

He who binds himself to a joy,

Does the Winged life destroy.

But he who kisses the joy as it flies,

Lives in eternity’s sunrise.


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One Response to Lunging after Lunch

  1. wyaryan says:

    Let me know when I can treat you to a vegetarian lunch.


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