Koh Samui is a large island, highly populated, and most people in the Gulf of Thailand. Usually full of European family and social family to avoid draft, but now it is a low time and no one here.
I am currently beating the DAB is in the center of action, I amazed in the Irish pub that explodes western Pop and sunrise, seven days a week. I wait in this large area, empty-friend place from Cambodia, and when he shows that we are traveling OUR displays the sensation of monk Mommified in the glass box. His body is a bricgeous basis for the types of gecko, and wearing glasses.
After paying our respect, we go out and drink to get a last drunk.
I wake up with the worst hangover of my life – these machines were successful. I clean yellow yellow things, and I take a taxi on the bottom of the Norescript building full of paper books that have the same color. I give my phone, a bag, passport, cigarettes and Chekhv’s theater. I have been assigned to a dog tag (# 4), and after, our group is run after the Pickup in the second place – a deep place in the center of the island.
To get to a place in a place
The compound is set to a hill, a small town combined with black houses and empty pods organized in a crowded jungle. Men’s hormitory is in the best quality – never the gray rooms in the lower room of meditation. I get blocked windows, wood pillows and decays are reduced in Slartan, but later I have knowledge that the accommodation, in fact, are comfortable. Anything else. I don’t pay money to be here, so I can’t complain.
Properties are silenced and poorly clean. The walls are empty, without yellow tightness from time to time remind us that we do not have a soul, and please help save electricity by memorizing the lights. I’m equivalent to other students – 10 or 15 people love me, in different age. No speech is permitted, and men and women are all the time.
Copper
Our lives are explained by copper. We woke up at 4:30 in the morning and was sent to bed seven hours and a half sleep, as long as you don’t listen to all the noise, cheeteys and whirres, hysnotic suusurros forest.
There are geckos as long as my front, along with a dark clay. There are also three shiny roosos with a width of free reasons, and tonight than firefighters.
Two food vegetables day is eaten at a quiet diet, the boys before the girls in the background. Before eating each other, we chew a promise to not eating without food, which is the easiest promise because while everyone sitting and chant is finished, the food is finalized. Diet dinner is tea and rambutan, and no promises.
We spend hours and dynamic hours about, focus on the feelings of our feet. There is a special pavilion for this job, the lower covered in the coarse sand. When I was slower than man, I think I’m better than them. When someone walks slightly, I still keep them in my head, call them with fraud and refreshing donkey.
At night, we walk in one file around the rotunda around the brick He says TSU Praterand boys before, the girls on the back. We walk and we walk in quiet gatherings for hours. The rotunda looks at the big ocean, burns in the sunlight. Palm Tree Hilhouettes Yave and friendly bullies in warm air, and away you can see the glorious lights of civilization, but you should not look.
When we don’t go, we’re sitting in meditation hall, in this case with the left and the girls right. Sometimes we sing in the world, but most of the time just always live there. Every day, I’m looking at the pain standing up to the knees and introductions. I change positions, try and comfortably, and then all start again.
Teachers, Functions and Spider
Our teachers are selling three: volunteers wearing loose capris and white buttons – equipped with Tote bags. They fully stayed lotus on a wooden bench under a large stipulated tire that was not given before the meditation hall. They tell us that everything life is suffering, and we should think of sound, rotten bodies for those we find attractive. Women cried and men walk without saying the word.
There is a dog bark recording that is played in loop for hours and hours in the morning and day. Farmers near the door played to scare rats and monkeys away from Dudian plant. Every time the recording begins, my heart sinks. In the end the song grows out of the religion, and I’m ashamed of it.
All of us are assigned that the chore-mine mine meets the meditation hall. It is the most important job, and I am very proud of my work. One day, when it met, I see a lovely spider on earth. It’s orange and herrucys also taken next to the little hidden floor on the hardwood floor, near and where my meditation meditating is common.
I’m starting and we have a test competition, each waiting for the other movement. I will go a spider to go, but reject, so I give up and walk on the other side of the hall. When I repented, the spider is gone, and never be seen again. But sometimes, I hear your eyes to me at meditation, and I’ll skip towards the little, dark hole.
I am in trouble thinking, I think a little. Some people have ended milk forms to my perishery. Honestly, I feel so beautiful, but then I get a wet nose and everything comes down. In the mental vacuum of this area, something that means the soft nose is in the space out of the part. I have nothing to do with but stay with my nose and hear. I go round about every side, I breathe the mouth by death.
The main acriium
One day afternoon wandering on He says TSU PraterThe great Atrium, the place I have never checked is still. On the wall and the roof is a large light images – the symbol of rotten bodies, black elephants turn white. After vacant walls and open walls, open colors, these applicable drawings are like a visible heroin. Look at me and watch them.
The most part of the center shows Samsara-This endless cycle of death and innocence within all of us tied. The Mural is a large wheel containing the MA, the God of death. The outer ring of the wheel is divided into 12 links, and the eighth link shows someone who shot the arrow. Longing. The man desires to be relieved because of his discomfort, like me with my poor nose.
But this wish is a source of suffering, Buddhists said. Our deviation from pain, our desire for something better is that we keep it arrested, cleanse us never wait forever.
At that time, my teachers’ studies end up inside. It’s not my nose refined is a problem, it’s my problem reference My sweet nose is the problem. The wet nose is just an attitude, or right or wrong. It is for the nose from the switching, waiting on things of change, making me suffer. The Epiphany makes me feel better, not because my nose is in the unpleasant carry, but because I feel like I’ve learned something.
Hello, Koh Samui
Over time, too – to go back. I made a sad contribution to the institution, and then I join the other students in cafe. I’m ordering coffee, which is a big mistake, and I’m almost very effective. We live there all day and the new ability to speak, chat with the ability and habit and steal about other students.
I watch these bodies that I sit silently and 10 days until the words and the Accents and personality. A middle-year-old woman from the UK that had been in Silking all week appears to laugh and skilled. As we talk, I have a little bit noticed surrounded by addicted people to oppress their boundaries. Another girl is already in the making of Aristahuaca in Peru, while the other is on the way to try headaches and eyebrows to stay with the monks in Isaiah.
I see gradually that I am surrounded by addicts to push the boundaries of their mind.
Each person is drifted away, and continues their life, never appears again. I am one of the last to leave. When it’s time, one of them rides me a pier on his motorcycle, and that’s that.
In the great space, I end the van and wait as they pack on the roofs with the luggage and visitors. We drive in the city and wait for the bus. The bus comes, we all awake. The bus opens and many people arrived, and they also waited for the bus. This continues until the load is spilled into the street and the shoes are full of three depth.
Finally, the right bus comes. We continue and wait as they prepare some of the issues of the machine. When the bus finally began, we were notified that this was not, in fact, our bus, but the bus lead us to the real bus. After the drainage, we all have to go out waiting and waiting again, and when the final basin finally comes we all keep waiting for 10 hours to come to Bangkok.
Through this situation, my Dopamine Receptors are still most sympathetic to continue my phone. All I can treat without being overwhelmed by people – watching, so I live and live there, making them all uncomfortable with my calm invalidity, they are looking at smoking and looking at the road. There is a lot of pain and suffering by waiting, and there is more to wait in this world.
I know that the results of the restoration of meditation will end. Soon Dopamine I will help my Dopamine Receptors, and I will be suffering with everyone. After all, as Buddhists said, nothing lasts. But now, in this short moment, I’m comfortable in all that. I’m happy, wishing nothing, the content is a little bit longer.
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