Mya Than San - I'm not feeling well.

I am not good.

This early morning was different from any other day.

As soon as I got off the car, I noticed the wind blowing hard. When I got back up in the elevator, the wind was very noticeable as soon as the elevator doors opened. The trees were on one side of the elevator shaft, so the sound of the leaves hitting each other was overwhelming.

The sound of the leaves rustling and rustling in the wind made me think it was raining. But it wasn't until I reached the top of the slope and stepped onto the pagoda's courtyard that I realized it wasn't raining.

As I looked out over the railings of the ramparts and saw the city of Yangon, it looked as if it was sleeping. I wondered if in another 3-4 hours, they would be rolling around in the sun at full speed and struggling to get up.

When I walked along the path leading to the square next to the rich man's palace, I arrived at the Aung Myay Pariwun and the golden courtyard and the great Shwedagon Pagoda greeted me with beauty and grace. I also shared peace with the poor, the middle class, and the rich.

It was 4:30 in the morning, and not many pilgrims had arrived even in the Aung Myay precinct. There were only about five pilgrims, including a monk who was chanting Pali scriptures. Sitting cross-legged on the vast, bright Aung Myay precinct, I bowed with reverence to the magnificent Shwedagon Pagoda, which shone brightly against the dark sky.

As I recite the Buddha's words with my hands folded, I also think about the fact that behind the beautiful Shwedagon Pagoda that I can see with my eyes, the relics and relics of the four Buddhas who have already appeared in the world are enshrined in my heart.

In my mind, I felt as if I was sitting in a crouched position before the four omniscient Buddhas. I felt as if the four Buddhas were looking down at me with eyes of great compassion.

Ah... When I think about why I am stuck in the cycle of reincarnation, even though the Ganges River and the Buddhas have blossomed, the answer to how many foolish and sinful things I have done is clear to me.

Even so, the mind is still stubborn, still wanting to take on more debts, still wanting to take on more sins. The fact that ignorance and craving are deeply rooted in our being and yet we are unable to cut them off is our own weakness.

I also realize that the power of desire, which keeps taking up residence in my mind with all sorts of excuses, such as food, children, social issues, and economics, is very great.

The mindfulness that I have just begun to practice is not yet fully developed, and I am still being dominated by craving. Although I have been saying the motto “I must not be cruel to my body and life,” I have not yet fully developed the inner discipline.

I also wonder if all beings will attain the ultimate peace as long as they are allowed to subdue craving and ignorance. The Buddha himself was able to reach the ultimate goal of peace, and he also gave peace to the Vainyas out of great compassion. However, the Vainyas are so full of defilements that they give and receive, and many do not.

Therefore, I found in the Buddha's writings that when the closest Buddha, Gautama Buddha, contemplated the profound images of the Dhamma that he himself had realized with his own transcendental wisdom, he even had the thought of not wanting to preach the Dhamma because he was so concerned about the value of the Dhamma.

Later, I found in the letter that the Great Brahma Sahampati had been preaching the Dhamma because he had asked for forgiveness. This too must have connections to the Dhamma principles that cannot be guessed by our own intelligence.

Here, I want you to know that even the Buddha himself, who was able to conquer craving after completing at least four hundred thousand worlds and one hundred thousand worlds, had no small courage. On the one hand, trying to become a Buddha for the people, on the other hand, trying to make them see the craftsman of craving, on the other hand, finding a way to fight and destroy ignorance and craving, and on the other hand, sharing the method he found to make the people calm down as he had successfully achieved it, is really a lot of work.

It's hard to understand why I hesitate, even though I can walk the only path, the only path, that the Buddha has given me, without having to suffer as much as the Buddhas.

In fact, it is a great pity to see people bowing, kneeling, and raising their hands in worship in front of the pagoda where the relics of the Buddhas who have passed away one after another are enshrined. It is a shame that we are living in a life of rebirth because we did not listen to the teachings of the Buddhas.

“You are like this... Will you continue to pray in front of the pagodas where the relics and relics of the Buddhas are enshrined, holding hands and begging for blessings for another cycle of life? Will you continue to ride the chariot of life and pray to the Buddha to get rid of suffering from suffering? Have your prayers and desires not been fulfilled yet?” I don’t know where the words came from. They started to rise in my mind. Oh... Oh, the sound of the bells shaking loudly above the pagoda was heard. The wind was blowing again.

The sound of the bells, the

Ah... the wind is not its own. When it wants to be strong, it will be strong. When it wants to be calm, it will be calm. Then it will not attack at all, but will stop when it wants to stop. Whether it is a cool breeze, a strong wind, or whatever the name may be, the strength of the wind's movement and support will be shown both outside and inside the body.

Based on this, we will have to do the work of contemplating the Dhamma, starting from the outgoing and incoming air. As we observe the manifestation, as stated in the saying, “Bhuta bhuta tava passati,” we will have to contemplate the element of form, which is the element of form, and we will have to realize that nothing belongs to us...

The "air" I breathed in the past, the "air" I still breathe in the present. The "air" I will breathe in the future. All of this is not mine. .

The "air" inside the body, the "air" outside the body... All of these do not belong to me.

The harsh 'wind', the gentle 'air', these are not me. They do not belong to me, they do not belong to me.

Good weather, bad weather, these too, I can't want to be good or bad. It's my nature, my nature.

The 'air' near me, the 'air' far me. These too do not belong to me.

Is it just air? Or is it not? Earth, water, fire... The other three elements are the same. They do not belong to me, they do not belong to me, they cannot be controlled by me. They cannot be what I want them to be.

The four great elements of matter, earth, air, and wind are not mine, not mine, not my ego.

Only if one can perceive a form, one will be able to perceive its counterpart, partner

As I focused on the wind from afar, the wind outside my own body, the gentle swaying of the gongs hanging from the umbrella, the words of the Buddha's sermon on the Anatalakkana Sutta began to flow into my heart.

This does not belong to me.

This is not me.