Reflections on Buddhism

It is remembering suddenly – several times a day – that I practise. It’s an awareness of the moment in my face. It is always a joyful moment – and it overrides whatever I am doing: eating, drinking, dressing, undressing, putting clothes in the washing machine, sitting on mass transit bound for work, watering the garden, or sewing items of period costume for the Lamas. I am reminded. Awareness is the most significant aspect of existence – awareness in and of a world outside the droning motley of conceptual mind. There are the sense fields I have forgotten through preoccupation. This ‘remembering’ is practice. It is a moment of space and sanity, a homecoming. I remember that I am alive and that the physical world around me is alive. I cannot imagine anymore how it is to be without this dimension.