This morning I sat in Merton Retreat on zafu as sand fell through hourglass. For those brief minutes I was with breath and room, incense and slanting sunlight. My heart beat. My eyes saw. My life was there. I have no idea when that will not be so. For now, each glance is what I have and is enough.
This morning I sat in Merton Retreat on zafu as sand fell through hourglass. For those brief minutes I was with breath and room, incense and slanting sunlight. My heart beat. My eyes saw. My life was there.
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