Every time you sit you will find your life begins to feel opaque, as if everything that has ever happened to you is apparent and true, even as the world around you begins to appear more transparent, as if life itself was some sort of magic act, conceived only for the purpose of delighting the senses. You will find this paradox absurd, even hilarious, a wonderous gift of mercy, and you will laugh often and with deep gratitude.
Every time you sit will feel like the first time and the last time, as if you had never been there before and yet had never truly been anywhere else. You will notice your breath is not your own breath, and yet has never been anyone else’s. Your cushion under you will feel like the safest place in the world even though your entire body is on fire. All the world around you will appear to be in blossom, while you, and you alone, draw life from the world’s taproot.
Every time you sit will feel like the first time and the last time, as if you had never been there before and yet had never truly been anywhere else. You will notice your breath is not your own breath, and yet has never been anyone else’s. Your cushion under you will feel like the safest place in the world even though your entire body is on fire. All the world around you will appear to be in blossom, while you, and you alone, draw life from the world’s taproot.
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