using the arrow buttons.
by clicking on the page.
the page around when zoomed in by dragging it.
the zoom using the slider when zoomed-in.
by clicking on the zoomed-in page.
by entering text in the search field, and select "This Issue" or "All Issues"
by clicking on thumbnails to select pages, and then press the print button.
displays sections with thumbnails and descriptions.
displays a slider of thumbnails. Click on a page to jump.
allows you to browse the full archive.
about your subscription?
Lions Roar : November 2016
HOT OFF THE PRESS younger brother and sister. We parted with a feeling of understanding and friendship between us, and he promised to visit me at the temple on Sundays. In the months that followed, he did visit me when he could, and I took him to our meditation hall to practice with me. I gave him the spiritual name Thanh Luong, meaning “pure and refreshing peaceful life.” I taught him Vietnamese—he knew only the few phrases that he’d been taught by the military—and after a few months we were able to converse a little in my native tongue. He told me that he no longer had to go on raids as he had pre- viously done, and I shared his relief. If there were letters from home, he showed them to me. When- ever he saw me, he joined his palms in greeting. One day, we invited Thanh Luong to a vegetar- ian meal at the temple. He accepted the invitation happily, and highly praised the delicious black olives and the flavorful dishes we served him. He found the fragrant mushroom rice soup my brother had prepared so delicious, he couldn’t believe it was vegetarian. I had to explain to him in detail how it was made before he would believe it. There were days when, sitting beside the temple tower, we would delve into conversations on spirituality and literature. When I praised French literature, Thanh Luong’s eyes lit up with pride in his nation’s culture. Our friendship became very deep. Then one day, when he came to visit, Thanh Luong announced that his unit would be moving to another area and it was likely that he would soon be able to return to France. I walked him to the gate under the arch of the three portals of the temple and we hugged goodbye. “I will write you, Brother,” he said. “I will be very happy to receive your letter, and to reply.” A month later, I received a letter from him with the news that he would indeed return to France, but then go on to the then French colony of Algeria. He promised to write to me from there. I have not heard from him since. Who knows where Thanh Luong is now. Is he safe? But I know that when I last saw him, he was at peace. That moment of profound silence in the temple had changed him. He allowed the lives of all living beings to fill his heart, and he saw the senselessness and destructiveness of war. What made it all possible was that moment of complete and total stopping and opening to the powerful, healing, miraculous ocean called silence. ♦ AT HOME IN THE WORLD Stories and Essential Teachings from a Monk’s Life by Thich Nhat Hanh Parallax Press; 187 pp., $24.95 (hardcover) 圀圀圀⸀䬀䄀刀䴀䔀䌀䠀伀䰀䤀一䜀⸀伀刀䜀 吀漀 琀栀攀 搀攀最爀攀攀 琀栀愀琀 眀攀 氀漀漀欀 挀氀攀愀爀氀礀 愀渀搀 挀漀洀瀀愀猀猀椀漀渀愀琀攀氀礀 愀琀 漀甀爀猀攀氀瘀攀猀Ⰰ 眀攀 昀攀攀氀 挀漀渀昀椀搀攀渀琀 愀渀搀 昀攀愀爀氀攀猀猀 愀戀漀甀琀 氀漀漀欀椀渀最 椀渀琀漀 猀漀洀攀漀渀攀 攀氀猀攀✀猀 攀礀攀猀⸀ 縀倀攀洀愀 䌀栀搀爀渀 匀瀀攀挀椀愀氀 昀甀渀搀椀渀最 洀愀礀 戀攀 愀瘀愀椀氀愀戀氀攀 昀漀爀 栀攀愀氀琀栀 挀愀爀攀 瀀爀漀昀攀猀猀椀漀渀愀氀猀Ⰰ 攀搀甀挀愀琀漀爀猀Ⰰ 愀渀搀 瀀攀漀瀀氀攀 漀昀 挀漀氀漀爀 䤀渀 琀栀攀 䜀爀攀攀渀 䴀漀甀渀琀愀椀渀猀 漀昀 嘀攀爀洀漀渀琀 吀愀欀攀 漀渀攀Ⰰ 琀眀漀Ⰰ 漀爀 愀氀氀 昀漀甀爀 眀攀攀欀猀 䨀愀渀甀愀爀礀 㜀 ⴀ 䘀攀戀爀甀愀爀礀 㐀 䄀 伀渀攀ⴀ䴀漀渀琀栀 䴀椀渀搀昀甀氀渀攀猀猀 䴀攀搀椀琀愀琀椀漀渀 刀攀琀爀攀愀琀 䐀䄀吀䠀Ü一 LION’S ROAR | NOVEMBER 2016 76