It was 2001 during my rainy season retreat in a tempel far of somewhere in the bushland of Burma. I was in a kind of very special spiritual training together with some other monks. Special because it was about to find out how the mind works, in very detail.
So, after a real crucial time of work on the innermost faculties of thinking I went back to Rangoon, where I met a young Monk, U Indriya, who gave me a lesson on intercultural exchange.
He told me about his life, that was so different from my life, born in West Berlin in the 60s, and at the same time, now here as a Monk myself, we have become somehow with time the same. Differnt but the same.
Thorsten Wiesmann writes:
It was 2001 during my rainy season retreat in a tempel far of somewhere in the bushland of Burma. I was in a kind of very special spiritual training together with some other monks. Special because it was about to find out how the mind works, in very detail.
So, after a real crucial time of work on the innermost faculties of thinking I went back to Rangoon, where I met a young Monk, U Indriya, who gave me a lesson on intercultural exchange.
He told me about his life, that was so different from my life, born in West Berlin in the 60s, and at the same time, now here as a Monk myself, we have become somehow with time the same. Differnt but the same.