I find myself returning to the memory of Sayadaw U Kundala whenever language fails and only silence seems to hold any true guidance. It’s 2:11 a.m. The light in the corner is too bright but I’m too lazy to turn it off. My lower legs ache as if from a https://saddhammaramsisayadaw82362.targetblogs.com/39572268/silence-precision-and-the-unavoidable-pull-toward-direct-experience-in-sayadaw-u-kundala-s-teaching