West London Buddhist Centre

With Bliss Bestowing Hands – Saturday

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Saturday 02 October



’To see (or feel) things as they really are, we first have to see and experience ourselves as we really are.’



Saturday 8am


Salute to the 3 Jewels
Refuges from the Avatamsaka Sutra
Unled 45 min meditation with bells to mark 5 stages






Beyond living and dreaming
There is something more important;
Waking up.
Antonio Machado trans Robert Bly


Saturday 10.30am


Musings by Bodhilila
Just Sitting (5 mins)
Standing body scan led by Bodhilila
Walking meditation
Lying down with sounds of the singing bowl
Just Sitting (10 mins)






Forget about enlightenment.
      Sit down wherever you areAnd listen to the wind singing in your veins.Feel the love, the longing, the fear in your bones.Open your heart to who you are, right now,Not who you would like to be,Not the saint you are striving to become,But the being right here before you, inside you, around you.All of you is holy.You are already more and lessThan whatever you can know.Breathe out,Touch in,Let go.
                     John Welwood
     Nothing is permanent
The sun and the moon rise and then set,
The bright clear day is followed by the deep, dark night.
From hour to hour, everything changes.
Kali Rinpoche



Saturday 4pm


Appreciations and thank yous
Threefold Puja
Shakyamuni mantra
Transference of Merits and Self-Surrender verses
Dana Appeal
What next?
Coming off retreat








Everything is Waiting For You

Your great mistake is to act the dramaas if you were alone. As if lifewere a progressive and cunning crimewith no witness to the tiny hiddentransgressions. To feel abandoned is to denythe intimacy of your surroundings. Surely,even you, at times, have felt the grand array;the swelling presence, and the chorus, crowdingout your solo voice. You must notethe way the soap dish enables you,or the window latch grants you freedom.Alertness is the hidden discipline of familiarity.The stairs are your mentor of thingsto come, the doors have always been thereto frighten you and invite you,and the tiny speaker in the phoneis your dream-ladder to divinity.

Put down the weight of your aloneness and ease into theconversation. The kettle is singingeven as it pours you a drink, the cooking potshave left their arrogant aloofness andseen the good in you at last. All the birdsand creatures of the world are unutterablythemselves. Everything is waiting for you.

David Whyte


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Drinking tea, sitting, quiet – ahhh. This Saturday enjoy Zen tea. More info here. Book here.