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I call you / from the comet's cradle

Monday, August 13, 2007

a half hour sit

Tonight I went with Erik to his zendo to sit and then hear a talk. Sitting was torture because my right leg fell asleep, and I knew it would be really hard to stand up when the sitting period was over. I was right--I almost fell over. Other than the leg problem, the half hour wasn't too difficult. I wish it were okay to rearrange one's body. In this type of Zen Buddhism, a person is expected to remain perfectly still. In the dead silence of the room, every movement is audible.

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