Beelin Sayadaw enters my thoughts during those late hours when discipline feels isolated, plain, and far less "sacred" than the internet portrays it. The reason Beelin Sayadaw surfaces in my mind tonight is unclear; perhaps it is because my surroundings feel so stark. No inspiration. No sweetness. Just this dry, steady sense of needing to sit anywa

Recently, I find myself thinking often about structural pillars. I don't mean the fancy, aesthetic ones found at the facades of grand museums, but the structural pillars concealed deep within the framework that go unseen until you understand they are holding the entire roof up. I find that image perfectly captures the essence of Mya Sein Taung Saya