Morning meditation

October 22nd, 2009

This morning, I sat in the baseball field in the park near my house. It’s before dawn. Fall nights are cold here in San Francisco; the fog and wind moves in around sundown and keeps things cool all night. I’m sitting beneath a stately tree, whose branches spread out overhead.

I do my meditation practices, feeling my breath expand my heart and energize my whole being. I sometimes feel anxious when I heard sounds nearby, like the creaking of branches, the occasional fall of a twig, the rustle of the wind. I’m in a public park, and it’s basically still night. I have my eyes closed. I feel vulnerable. But today, it feels like the life around me and within me have joined together. The branches cannot help but dance in the wind. I breathe in, and the wind blows over my body, which has become this hillside park. I breathe out, and the city comes to life. I feel people awakening, (and many still dreaming), I feel cars traveling on the freeway a mile away, I feel the animals and plants around me pulsing with life.

When my practice has ended, I open my eyes. Still dark, the fog shrouds the ballfield. As it says in Living from the Heart, “There is no end to awakening.” (p. 27)
From my heart to yours,
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