A Buddhist monk was with his student at the beginning of a long road. He asked, \u201cMaster, where does this road lead?\u201d He replied to his student, \u201cTo the end.\u201d The student asked again, \u201cAnd where is the end?\u201d\u00a0 The monk replied, \u201cAt the beginning.\u201d<\/p>\n
It was a quiet rather warm day, it smelled earthy. The wooden boardwalk was creaking as we stepped. The green leaves on the foliage of the trees hung over our heads. It was like a living tunnel. As we walked, some of the branches tickled our faces. Insects buzzed in and out of the sunlight that beamed through the small trees overhead. Sometimes, depending on the leaf coverage, you would be in darkness, sometimes in the heat of the sun. As you look down the end of the boardwalk, a new beginning is greeting us with darkness.<\/p>\n
Meditation<\/strong><\/p>\n Life can be like a walk in the woods, sometimes you are in the light of the sun. Sometimes you seem to be in darkness until you come again into the light. This road never seems to have an end it just keeps changing.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" A Buddhist monk was with his student at the beginning of a long road. He asked, \u201cMaster, where does this road lead?\u201d He replied to his student, \u201cTo the end.\u201d The student asked again, \u201cAnd where is the end?\u201d\u00a0 The monk replied, \u201cAt the beginning.\u201d It was a quiet rather warm day, it smelled earthy. […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":3,"featured_media":2437,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[696],"tags":[559,558,536,560,557],"class_list":["post-484","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-feed-your-spirit","tag-buddhist-monk","tag-journey","tag-life","tag-monk","tag-road"],"yoast_head":"\n