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One idea from the tradition, and one question to carry with you.

Sunday, 25 October 2026

A handful of leaves

In a forest of siṃsapā trees the Buddha picks up a handful of leaves and asks which is greater: the leaves in his hand, or the leaves in the whole wood. The wood, obviously.

What I have taught you, he says, is the handful. There is a great deal more that could be known, and he has not taught it, because it does not lead anywhere useful.

There is a particular relief in this. A tradition two and a half thousand years old, with a canon longer than a library shelf, begins by saying: most of what you could ask is not the point. What is in the hand is suffering, its cause, its ending, and the way there.

It is also a check on us. The hours we spend reading about practice, comparing schools, settling which teacher is right, are usually leaves in the wood.

What are you studying instead of practising?

The Siṃsapā Sutta, the discourse in the siṃsapā grove (Saṃyutta Nikāya 56.31).

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A crystal of saltSunday, 18 October 2026

Drop a crystal of salt into a cup of water and the water is undrinkable. Drop the same crystal into the Ganges and nobody tastes a thing.

The Buddha uses this to make an unexpected point. It is not about the salt. The same act, he says, has very different consequences in different people, depending on how much is there to receive it: character, habit, practice, the breadth of a life.

It is oddly consoling and completely unsentimental. It does not say your mistakes do not matter. It says their flavour depends on the size of the water, and the size of the water is something you can work on, slowly, by how you live when nothing is happening.

Most of what widens a life is undramatic. Keeping a small promise. Being decent to someone who cannot repay it. Sitting still for ten minutes. None of it feels like progress at the time.

What small thing, repeated, is quietly widening your water?

The simile is in the Loṇaphala Sutta, the discourse on the lump of salt (Aṅguttara Nikāya 3.100).

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The raft you are still carryingSunday, 11 October 2026

A man comes to a wide river with no bridge. He gathers branches and grass, binds a raft, and crosses safely by his own effort. On the far bank he thinks: this raft served me well, I will carry it on my head wherever I go.

The Buddha asks his listeners whether that man is doing the sensible thing with the raft. He is not. He should beach it and walk on.

The point of the simile in the discourse is about the teachings themselves: they are for crossing with, not for carrying. But most of us have rafts of our own, and they are heavier. A way of speaking that protected you at sixteen. A vigilance that was necessary in a house that is no longer your house. A role you took on in a crisis that ended years ago.

None of it was foolish. It got you across. The question is only whether you are still on the water.

What got you here that you are still carrying?

The raft simile is in the Alagaddūpama Sutta, the discourse on the simile of the snake (Majjhima Nikāya 22).

The second arrowSunday, 4 October 2026

Something painful happens. That is the first arrow, and nobody gets through a life without it.

Then comes the rest: why me, why now, why am I like this, who is to blame, what does this say about my whole life. The Buddha's image for that is a second arrow, fired by us, into the same wound.

He did not say the first arrow does not hurt. The discourse is explicit that an awakened person still feels bodily pain. What changes is that they feel one pain rather than two, because they do not add resentment and self-recrimination on top of it.

This is worth noticing in small things before you need it for large ones. The train is late: that is the first arrow. The twenty minutes of grievance you construct about it is the second.

What happened to you this week where the second arrow hurt more than the first?

The image comes from the Sallatha Sutta, the discourse on the dart (Saṃyutta Nikāya 36.6).

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