A light tap of a singing bowl begins the practice. For the next 40 minutes, all noises inside the Dance Palace are consciously few as five people, two of them Buddhist priests, sit on mats spaced a few feet apart. To add a touch of intimacy, they face the walls instead of each other. Though their choice of seating—circular cushions or steel chairs—and hand placement—clasped together or palms up—differ, the five share a common pursuit:…
Eight o’clock and ready to meditate
