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Saturday
July 1, 2017 |
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| I've loosely
identified with Buddhism for years, though I have only the shallowest concept of it: i.e., all is one and unknowable. I like that it can be seen more as philosophy and inquiry than dogma and adherence; there seems to be less room for hypocrisy in it. I'm not much of a joiner and I've never felt the need for spiritual guidance, but when Saraswati invited me to a guided moon meditation at Koyasan Temple, I said yes. Allen Ginsberg taught me to meditate in '93 but I never stuck with it. Today's guided meditation was different and kind of psychedelic, complete with props and lighting changes. My mind was busy and wandering throughout but I felt more centered afterwards. The session ended with lint-rolling our cushions. I peeled the sheet away and offer it to you here, a paper moon to ponder in illusory space. |
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