Wednesday, March 08, 2006
Quiet night breath
In the quiet of the night, breath. Breathe in the night-time quiet.
At 10, fall into heavy sleep. At 2, wake with the mind striking match after match to peer at tasks undone that must be done tomorrow.
Toss and curse and toss and, giving up, sit up.
Here is the night, not quite dark, but quiet. Here, breath after breath, breathe past the racing thoughts. Breathe in the night-time quiet. Breathe out the edge of self.
Here is my practice, coming to meet me in the night. I thought I was alone, but here are breath and silence and I am glad.
Look! I and here and breath are one. In the night-time quiet, breathe. ¶ 1:40 pm
In the quiet of the night, breath. Breathe in the night-time quiet.
At 10, fall into heavy sleep. At 2, wake with the mind striking match after match to peer at tasks undone that must be done tomorrow.
Toss and curse and toss and, giving up, sit up.
Here is the night, not quite dark, but quiet. Here, breath after breath, breathe past the racing thoughts. Breathe in the night-time quiet. Breathe out the edge of self.
Here is my practice, coming to meet me in the night. I thought I was alone, but here are breath and silence and I am glad.
Look! I and here and breath are one. In the night-time quiet, breathe. ¶ 1:40 pm
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Breathe out the edge of self
That's it.
Wonderful. Thank you.
One of my favorite times to sit, too -- when I wake up at two, full of anxiety.
That's it.
Wonderful. Thank you.
One of my favorite times to sit, too -- when I wake up at two, full of anxiety.
I read this in a quiet voice, just above whisper. Until you hear it you can't know how beautiful this writing of yours is.
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