S.N. Goenka once said, death is like a bend in a continuous river.
A boat takes the ashes of the late meditation master S.N. Goenka to scatter in the Ayeyarwady River in Mandalay, his birthplace in Myanmar.
Watching his ashes scattered across the Ayeyarwady River, accompanied by three long whistles and chanting by more than 800 monastic and lay students, I felt overwhelmed by the united love for the departed. And grateful to also have an opportunity to pay the last homage to a person I regard as my dharma father.
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