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Monday, 28 December 2009 09:49

By Anton Somlai, Master Teacher

Ten pm Thursday night.
Lake wind churns, lapping against the eastern windows.
Sandalwood smoke courses in and out of consciousness.
Steady, quiet, cross-legged reflected in one breath.
Driving home from work, holding Libby, checking our day’s journey ends with hit, hit, hit.
A history of thoughts, fragmented, shattered, fades into the dharma room floor.
Waiting for the theatre of skandas.
Seconds, minutes, an hour with an open heart.
Years go by and nothing to report.
Loving-kindness patiently sits with gratitude.
The mind sound falls away, completely unknown.

Each practice as unique as a snowflake.
Each practice from the same substance.
The form remains while the perception changes in ebbs and flows.
Deep realization that drifts from thought to thought.
Drifting from alone to connected, awake and asleep, dark and light.
“I am here” followed by “Who am I?”
The fly sits on my hand, waiting.
We both let go.