A wonderful poem (and one for those of us who struggle with meditation to identify with)..Bill somehow finds the perfect words for each day, so with thanks to him I wish you all a wonderful Wednesday.
“I’m at a day-long meditation retreat, eight hours of watching
my mind with my mind,
and I already fell asleep twice and nearly fell out of my chair,
and it’s not even noon yet.
In the morning session, I learned to count my thoughts, ten in
one minute, and the longest
was to leave and go to San Anselmo and shop, then find an outdoor cafe and order a glass
of Sancerre, smoked trout with roasted potatoes and baby
carrots and a bowl of gazpacho.
But I stayed and learned to name my thoughts, so far they are:
wanting, wanting, wanting,
wanting, wanting, wanting, wanting, wanting, judgment,
sadness. Don’t identify with your
thoughts, the teacher says, you are not your personality, not your
then he bangs the gong for lunch. Whoever, whatever I am is
in the walking meditation and the eating meditation and walks
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8 thoughts on “Buddha’s dogs”
🙂 I thought so too…xo
Fantastic..reassuring to know that the quieting of a mind is never easy. xo
Thank you Mimi, I would not make it through a one hour meditation camp 🙂
I thought so too
It has the ring of truth!! Love the pic… all Buddha’s dogs….