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An influence and an understanding breathes from the nature about you-the same nature that the teacher saw-from the whispering fig-trees and the scented champaks, and the dimly seen statues in the shadows of the shrines, that you can never gain elsewhere.

A sympathy comes to you from the circle of believers, and you believe, too.

As you watch the starlight die and the far-off hills fade into the night, as the sounds about you still, and the calm silence of the summer night falls over the whole earth, you know and understand the teacher of the Great Peace as no words can tell you. To sit in the monastery garden in the dusk, in just such a tropic dusk as he taught in so many years ago, and hear the yellow-robed monk tell of that life, and repeat his teaching of love, and charity, and compassion-eternal love, perfect charity, endless compassion-until the stars come out in the purple sky, and the silver-voiced gongs ring for evening prayers, is a thing never to be forgotten. "To hear of the Buddha from living lips in this country, which is full of his influence, where the spire of his monastery marks every village, and where every man has at one time or another been his monk, is quite a different thing to reading of him in far countries, under other skies and swayed by other thoughts. No greater answer may be found to this question than the following passage from Harold Fielding in The Soul of a People, from 1898:

One may question why we choose to write a blog on Buddhism in Burma, when meditation and Dhamma practice may be found throughout the world in the modern age. Sketch of an Excellent Man: Pa Auk Sayadaw.Thae Inn Gu Sayadaw and Meditation Monastery.