As I sit…

The cushion raises me from the floor, my legs are crossed, hands are placed in my lap, one on top of the other, palms facing upward representing the shape of an empty bowl. My lips are parted and my tongue is gently tucked behind my two front teeth. There is no tension in my jaw now. I maintain a little strength in my lower abdomen. As I imagine a fine thread, attached to the grown of my head, it gently pulls straight my spine; my chin automatically tucks itself in. Now, gently swaying backwards forwards left and right, I feel for my balance.

and meditate . . .

Eyes just closed, gently attentive to my breathing. The cool of the in breath, the warmth of the out breath, and notice, the flowing thoughts in my mind.

my thoughts abate . . .

As my mind wanders, with these thoughts, I remind myself of my purpose: My purpose is to gain control – of this straying mind. To do so, I bring my attention, single pointedly, back to my breathing. The cool of the in breath, the warmth of the out breath. Repeat, repeat – again and again – in time, my thoughts abate.

and confusion dissipates . . .

Confusion is the lack of certainty and uncertainty prevails. Without thought, there is neither, therefore, confusion will cease; dissipating like melting snow on stone.

and conflict is resolved . . .

Opposing thoughts create conflict. Without thought, this duality no longer exists. Therefore, conflict is resolved like the merging of two rivers.