The body-mind is a compass.
The practice consists of observing the magnet of thoughts.
As soon as it moves away, the needle returns to its original direction.
As soon as it approaches, it pivots in all directions.
Rendering the compass unusable.
The battle of inner polarities.
This magnetic dimension is also physical.
It is experienced concretely in the body for those familiar with subtle flows.
Notes & Silence 
That’s why I have no sense of direction…
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Sorry, could not resist the temptation despite the flippancy…
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you just taugh me a new word here…
« Flippant », in French, means scary + creepy + freaky
Flippancy, I notice, is absolutely unrelated.
Unless one shows flippancy to record high levels…
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And you have given me a new insight into the dangers of assuming words that look the same in two languages mean the same.
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Beware,
faux amis are everywhere.
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Folks amiss???
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Indeed..
It certainl refers to
the folks I miss.
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confusing
faux amis
with the folks I miss
May be the reason why I get betrayed
on such a regular basis.
« Frailty, thy name is woman. »
sorry, a potentially unrelated quote from Hamlet surreptitious found its way through our conversation.
I noticed it too late and could not censor it.
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Shakespeare has a bard habit of being quoted.
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