For Part One Some sounds are naturally annoying and abrasive, but most of them only piss us off when we fill them up with stories. Imagine a loved one saying, "Fuck you, you're a piece of shit," in a loud, shrill voice even though you didn't do anything wrong. That might piss you off, make … Continue reading Listening Meditation Part Two
Nada means "sound," and Yoga means "union." So, Nada Yoga is the practice of unifying with sound.
Open monitoring is like listening to that one wind make all these sounds; fixed-attention is like the wind falling until everything's silent. Self-inquiry is asking, "Who's listening?"
I wish I could've helped her; I wish I could've done more. But there's a part of this path that I can't share with you. It's a passion, a current, a deep love for the story.
I don't know. The blue sky rests above golden green trees, birds whistle and flop across the wind. Earthbound, my eyes float upward and reach out toward their traceless flight. I don't know. Mind is emptiness. A twig snaps, I turn to look. I say, "I love you," and a friend says, "I love you," … Continue reading Untitled
Be the space where life happens, not just the person it happens to.
Thoughts are like birds---flying, circling, pecking, perching, singing, and crapping on stuff. Like some birds, they tend to flock together. At least that's how it is for me, your experiences may differ. My thoughts tend to circle perceptions, memories, and feelings. They usually keep circling until I can get them in writing. That's why this … Continue reading Freedom from Ourselves