Bowing deeply, invited by the sound of a distant bell.
Sitting with the masters, or staring at the wall.
This silent illumination reveals equanimity in bedlam.
What is this?
It is not perfect, but we are in the business of efforts.
Softening the shell of our perceptions.
Oct 22, 2018
Oct 22, 2018 at 6:09 AM UTC
Bowing deeply, invited by the sound of a distant bell.
Sitting with the masters, or staring at the wall.
This silent illumination reveals equanimity in bedlam.
What is this?
It is not perfect, but we are in the business of efforts.
Softening the shell of our perceptions.
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