Sweetness
Posted on Sep 17th, 2008
by
Nomali
From where I sat, I could see the leather striker leaning inside the stunningly beautiful Japanese hand-hammered singing bowl, and the beautiful satin cushion, all resting on the small stool. The discussions begin after a 20 minute guided meditation. People sharing all kinds of integral wisdom.
My eyes, in calm abiding attention, kept going to just one place: the layer of dust on top of the stool around the meditation bowl, and the one place where there was a marking of a finger tip.
Could I ever ask for more?
My eyes, in calm abiding attention, kept going to just one place: the layer of dust on top of the stool around the meditation bowl, and the one place where there was a marking of a finger tip.
Could I ever ask for more?

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