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Saturday Gathering
Saturday Gathering
Saturday Gathering is the heart of Dharmata Moncton
A time to gather for meditation, reflection, and connection.
Each week includes guided meditation, dharma teachings, discussion and space to share refreshments and conversation. This is a welcoming place whether you’re completely new or have been practicing for years.
We gather in person, begin with a guided 45-minute meditation, followed by a tea break to connect with fellow practitioners. One of our sangha coordinators, Tom or Kim, generally offers a 20-30 minute dharma talk, followed by open discussion.
Saturday Gatherings are open to everyone, regardless of background or experience. Please arrive before 10am to settle in; cushions, chairs, and liturgy booklets are provided.
Time: 10am - 12pm AST
Location: Dudjom Ling, 10 Newberry St., Moncton, New Brunswick, Canada
Donations: Cash, Cheque, or E-transfer gratefully accepted
INTRODUCTION to MEDITATION
If you're new to meditation, or just want to strengthen your practice, you may find our 4-week introductory course helpful.
Contact dharmatacanada@gmail.com for more info or to register.
Spring Equinox at Dudjom Ling
A new practice began
Spring Equinox at Dudjom Ling
A new practice began
Each month, a member of the sangha will now offer a dharma reflection and facilitate an open discussion. Much gratitude to Sequoia for taking the leap and being the first to share. We were all so touched by her reflection, 'Compassion Emergence', which included her amazing poem below, 'What was Never Absent'.
What was Never Absent
From Sequoia's reflection, March 21, 2026
What was Never Absent
From Sequoia's reflection, March 21, 2026
I did not know her name
when I first spoke it.
It came
like breath on cold air...
unplanned,
already formed.
Om Tare Tuttare Ture Soha.
Who taught me that?
Not a teacher.
Not a book.
Snow,
bone,
hunger;
that was my teacher.
I broke in more places
than I could count.
The body complained.
The mind circled its own fire.
Nothing answered.
By candlelight
I read a few words;
suffering,
cause,
end…
I laughed.
As if I didn’t already know.
Later…
a scrap of paper,
a green woman staring back
like she had been waiting.
I spoke the sounds again.
Om Tare Tuttare Ture Soha.
The body knew
before the mind could follow.
Somewhere
between fracture and thaw,
between silence
and the return of birds,
something in me
stopped turning away.
The snow loosened its grip.
The lake opened its eye.
A robin stepped forward
as if nothing had ever been lost.
And there,
not above me,
not outside me,
but rising
like green through the soil,
was a tenderness
I had not earned,
had not practiced,
had not believed in.
Listen…
no one came.
No goddess stepped out of the sky.
No hand reached down to save me.
Just this…
the hand unclenched.
The breath stopped arguing.
Even this broken life
was allowed to be here.
If you need a name,
call her Tara.
If you need a teaching,
call it compassion.
But don’t make it distant.
It is as ordinary
as ice melting
when it can no longer hold.
I did not find her.
She uncovered.
Sit still long enough
and you will see,
nothing arrives,
and yet
compassion
begins to emerge
from a place
that was never absent.
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