Upasika kee nanayon biography examples

          Born in to a Chinese merchant family in Rajburi, a town to the west of Bangkok, she was the eldest of five children—or, counting her father's children by a.

        1. Born in to a Chinese merchant family in Rajburi, a town to the west of Bangkok, she was the eldest of five children—or, counting her father's children by a.
        2. Born in to a Chinese merchant family in Rajburi, a town to the west of Bangkok, she was the eldest of five children -- or, counting her father's.
        3. Upasika Kee Nanayon, also known by her penname, K. Khao-suan-luang, was arguably the foremost woman Dhamma teacher in twentieth-century Thailand.
        4. Kee Nanayon was born in in the provincial town of Rajburi, about a hundred kilometres west of Bangkok.
        5. Upasika Kee Nanayon​​ Khao-suan-luang, was arguably the foremost woman Dhamma teacher in twentieth-century Thailand.

          6. Upasika Kee Nanayon, also known by her penname, K. Khao-suan-luang, was arguably the foremost woman Dhamma teacher in twentieth-century Thailand....

          The Awakening of Gerta Ital

           

           

          I went to sanzen every evening (Sanzen is a private dialogue between Master and disciple in Zen Buddhism, in which the Master gives instruction to the disciple).

          The Roshi was also too aware of my impending departure, and he drove me deeper and deeper into the One every day, with ever-increasing intensity.
          &#;How do you experience the One Hand?&#; he asked one evening.
          &#;The One is both the formless and the formed&#;, I replied, &#;and the One Hand is everything, I am the One Hand.&#;
          &#;There is no &#;I&#;!&#; he cried, his voice like a metallic crack of thunder.

          &#;There is only the One!&#;

          The next evening he didn&#;t ask any question.

          Upasika Kee was one of the greatest Thai meditation masters of the 20th century.

          The moment I sat down his voice cracked out again :
          &#;There is no Gerta Ital! There is no Roshi! There is only the One!&#;
          After evening zazen I would return to my room at about ten and light the kerosene stove, a luxury which I would not have had if it had not been for the Roshi&#;s tremendo