Becoming Buddha - Meditations

Ba, my maternal grandma, had a Buddha. She must have noticed that I often looked at him. One day when we were visiting s... Read more

I sit like Buddha sits. I just sit. It’s simple. Just sitting means not doing much, not chasing after anything. I can si... Read more

I breathe like Buddha breathes. I focus on the area where the air touches the nostrils. I sense my chest filling and emp... Read more

I listen like Buddha listens. I hear sounds close to me, my own breathing, in and out of my nostrils, sounds that are mo... Read more

I sense the body like Buddha senses the body. I move the attention from the top of my head down to my toes, slowly throu... Read more

‘Why should I write a book? There are already many good books on meditation. Who do I think I am?’ I realize I've been l... Read more

I smile like Buddha smiles. A welcoming smile. I remember that this being human is a guest house. Guests keep arriving. ... Read more

A mantra emerges spontaneously in my mind. And along with the mantra: a memory. In the morning, before the others got up... Read more

I love like Buddha loves. I start with myself. I put a hand on my heart and wish myself well. ‘Vikram.’ I remember Ba, h... Read more

I bring Buddha an orange. I place it next to him on the windowsill. Buddha and the orange glow golden in the morning sun... Read more