I find myself creating stories, struggling with attachment and drifting between the fairy-like past and intangible future.
It’s time to stop and rest in the moment.
I pick up my book and open the chapter on the meditation of emptiness. It nudges me to explore the dependent existance of the “I”, to mentally disintegrate my body and mind and question the existence of self. I go through the exercise without really understanding much of it. But I’m happier for having tried and perhaps just a small step closer to looking anew at my time here with peace and joy in my heart.
Related articles, on emptiness:
– on “Buddha, God and emptiness” link
– on “emptiness and interdependence” link
– on “stepping into emptiness” link