I sit with stone in simmering heat. I consider the cares that present themselves. Sometimes I can easily give myself a break from them and allow myself to concentrate on breathing. Other times they seem to need more attention.
I reflect on them for a little while. I know there is not much I can do about them right now. I consider my attitude; that I am missing out on enlightenment. That makes such little sense. I let go and reorient to why I am meditating in the first place. I rest with the notion that it is a simple practice for the release from wanting, toward the end of fabricating, to being with everything in its place and time. The image of myself steps aside to let wisdom take a step forward, into the light, breathing the breath of humanity.
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