Chapter 2, Categories
Do I contradict myself?
Very well then I contradict myself,
(I am large, I contain multitudes.)
– Walt Whitman
Sitting on the floor, legs crossed, eyes closed, I watch my breath. As the air flows in and out, the unity of mind, body, and environment is clear. I dwell in the moment, calmed by concentration, inviting mindfulness. I’m aware all formations are impermanent, more sandbar than substance, and that the essence of life is dukkha, suffering, unsatisfactoriness. Inhale, exhale, the “I” fades into anattā, there is no self. The mind is at peace and open to insight, wisdom, nibbanā. In, out, a glimpse into the process of perception, a sense of interbeing, breathing towards an understanding deeper than words. And then my ...
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