Sometimes my approach to meditation feels like settling into a fog of bad dreams, as if it is not safe for body or soul, that there is some poison in the air, something dangerous but unseen where I am going, even where I am found.
For a moment I see all the hindrances as one united force, with doubt's dark reign of the mind at the helm. Nearby, there is a place that holds all things. I can, no matter the headwind, aim at the heart of freedom.
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