10.6.10
June 10: Notes of a meditator.
My true essence is not dependent on the thinking mind, being in which is like being in a wind tunnel: the experience of the inner world of thought and the outer world of sense ceaselessly flashes by. Only attention is unmoving, and as that becomes fixed, one feels the depths of its silence.
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Sweet silence, but for a few moments before the wind tunnel begins again. If only we could recycle the wind produced and put it to good use by lighting the way to enlightenment.
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