Just sitting in meditation is a liberating experience.
Its being naked, honest, stripped of any pretension of being anyone special.
Liberated from the false perfections of yoga, or the mind-numbing repetition of mantra, or the hopes and fears of prayer.
Just sitting, observing, feeling, being our breath as it rolls in and out, like the waves on a sea’s shore. Diving joyously into the infinite pause between breaths.
Very unhuman, if you’re caught doing this in the park the authorities will probably cart you away and put you on medication. You must be somebody, you must be doing something and for God sake keep on talking (if not out loud, then in your head).
Just sitting, just sitting, just being.
© David R. Durham
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