shaved my hair

My brother said “I must go now” but before he left he give me his advice to obey your teacher and follow with his guidance. As a boy I was shy to speaking  among new people so I just bow down my head for answering him as I understand. In Tibetan monastery one must have…

Shaved my head

It was during autumn , I was around seven, and my last year at home, and last day of a child receiving his mother’s love and care. I was about to start my life in different way, every things were prepared. I and my mother both didn’t feel hard for separate each other, she knew…

Tenzin wangden my spiritual name

Home to Homeless, A story based on monk life After that I fused to thinking often to become monk and keep going to school, as days and months passed, every farmers here were busy in collecting crops and making plan for winter, winter is so cold in Himalayas and special in ladakh here falls thick…

Run to monastery

Home to Homeless, A story based on monk life Since then in my mind a dream to become a monk always stay, I told it to my friends at school, no one was with me to accompany but I felt It is my special desire to become monk. Not sure but as a believer in…

Desire to become monk.

It was summer, I was 7. Us usual I back from school. everywhere was green and the air was filled with the sweet scent of flowers. I heard sounds of drums and praying from up stairs. I putted down my bag in bed room and run to up stairs following sounds source. I hides beside…

My childhood times chapter 4

Home to Homeless, A story based on monk life. previous chapter. Click here. I am not sure if childhood times are the happiest phase for everyone, but for me I realized it had the most beautiful movements of my life. Like every other child I too liked sweets, every time my father would come home…

My childhood Times:Chapter 3

 Home To Homeless, A story based on monk life. previous chapter, Check Chapter 2 : Click here. In a short time, they asked my mother to bring me to their home in order to examine if I were their late father in my previous life. So, as per their request my mother took me to…

My childhood Times:Chapter 2

A story on Home To Homeless Some times my mother used to take me with her to the fields. One such day while we were passing by a house along the road, I saw a boy and shouted at my mother saying that he belongs to our family. As that boy was a complete stranger…

meditation

“within self…. in a quite mind…. with eyes of flesh closed…. the Eye opens to a wonderful place….” Greg Frucci within self clear mind…. in a complete quite state of mind (thought)…… with eyes of flesh and other sense organs closed…… the eye realizing emptiness opens to a wonderful place of reality.

MY childhood times

A story from Home To Homeless  I become a Buddhist monk, at the age of 7th in autumn of 1995; I will write how I had the desire for becoming a monk in next chapter bow before Buddha, According to my parents, I was born on 30/12/1987, in Saspol valley, Ladakh north India. This is…