Dharma Talks

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Presented by: 
Ken Mondal

I would like a show of hands. How many people in the audience work presently or have worked in the past? Now, please be honest, how many of you are happy and love your jobs every day and have never experienced any anger, stress, anxiety, frustration or irritation at work?

What Is Wrong With The World? Me.

Presented by: 
Ken Mondal

This is my first Dharma talk so please be kind.

I entitled this talk “What’s Wrong With The World, Me.” You probably already know where I am going with this. But I will proceed because we have some time to kill before we go downstairs for snacks.

The Lone Buddhist and the Popular Appeal of Buddhism: A Historical View

Presented by: 
El LaPoint

In my younger years I conducted anthropological field research in northern India. Of the 3500 people who dwelled in the village where I lived and worked, approximately 3300 were adherents of Hinduism, 200 were Muslim, and one man professed to be a Buddhist. Why did this solitary individual elect Buddhism as his personal faith? The answer lies in Buddhism's egalitarian character. Hindu society is intensely rank-conscious.

Growing Up in the Spokane Buddhist Church

Presented by: 
Karen Terao Akahoshi



Ms. Akahoshi's very special talk from the banquet at this year's Northwest District Buddhist convention is attached as a PDF.

Mother's Day Dharma talk for 5/8/2011

Presented by: 
Jefferson Workman

In honor of Mother's Day, a story about a Mother & son...




 Long ago, in the hills of the Himalayas near a lotus pool, the Buddha was once born as a baby elephant. He was a magnificent elephant, pure white with feet and face the color of coral. His trunk gleamed like a silver rope and his ivory tusks curled up in a long arc.


He followed his mother everywhere. She plucked the tenderest leaves and sweetest mangoes from the tall trees and gave them to him. "First you, then me," she said.


Then they rested in the soft muck with their trunks curled together.  In the deep shadows of afternoon, the mother elephant rested in the shade of a rose-apple tree and watched her son romp and frolic with the other baby elephants. 


The little elephant grew and grew until he was the tallest and strongest young bull in the herd.


And while he grew taller and stronger, his mother grew older and older. Her tusks were yellow and broken and in time she became blind. The young elephant plucked the tenderest leaves and sweetest mangoes from the tall trees and gave them to his dear old blind mother. "First you, then me," he said.

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