Our Sangha and the Blue Moon
The transformation begins with a chuckle as Cindy explains the subject of the day's sit. Discomfort in a cardigan at the edge of boredom
Stop and think about it, just for a minute, yes this minute, Exhale first, then fill your lungs with air, then take another breath. It's amazing,
Begin readingThe transformation begins with a chuckle as Cindy explains the subject of the day's sit. Discomfort in a cardigan at the edge of boredom
As difficult as threading a needle riding bareback on a bucking horse, is the study of the true owner of my observations. Who does the watching
The crack of thunder, a frenzied dance of branches, safe inside a broken heart. Unsettled, nothing is as it was. Not that the past was a
I have to laugh! I spent the good part of the first hour of my day thinking about getting out of bed before doing so. The
Samādhi I: Tending Gardens Centered on the middle way, wobbling in tree pose, hands at heart center, the noise ebbs as the quiet mind sets an
In the brightness of the city's night, one can't see the stars faint light. Now that you are gone, I am able
Billows of Cumulus like clouds of tissues fill the wicker basket as I contemplate the sneezing coughing winter time blues
The canvas is bare, the images swirl around in my head as if they were caught in a cyclone look close and you can see Dorothy&
Monkey minds abound matching antics to intent our life story unfolds
I spend my time in sacred meditation and have reached a new plateau. I've climbed just a portion of the mountain, and as I
Sky and mountains frame, the setting of a fiery orb. Chanting now eyes close. I blink eyes open, a full moon lights the garden, I cheer
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