This sitting practice is the language of my being,
my body has known the way, for a long time,
long before the posture was even taught.
The master plunges his hand into the troubled pond
and brings out the jewel from the bottom of the mud
In the light of day,
the jewel is seen
Since time immemorial,
it has been waiting at the bottom.
Same jewel.
Notes & Silence 
Then the pond is your inner self, the jewel the awakening of consciousness, and the master’s hand identical with your own, introspective gaze. I think…
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this is what we read in deeper layers of spirituality.
Further along the asymptote
Towards « one is one »
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