I find myself returning to the memory of Sayadaw U Kundala whenever language fails and only silence seems to hold any true guidance. It’s 2:11 a.m. The light in the corner is too bright but I’m too lazy to turn it off. My lower legs ache as if from a https://sayadaw-u-kundala95409.bcbloggers.com/38161210/sayadaw-u-kundala-s-teaching-style-silent-exacting-and-anchored-in-direct-experience