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When all thoughts are exhausted, I slip into the woods and gather a pile of shepherd's purse. Like the little stream making its way through the mossy crevices, I, too, quietly turn clear and transparent. Dew drops on a lotus leaf, Zen poems of Ryōkan (1758-1831)

Every Wednesday at 7pm & Every Sunday at 8:30am

Graaf de Smet de Naeyerlaan 60

Oostende 8400

Weekly meditation

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