I’m
in traffic - somebody has just cut me off. I feel something, a thought
form is arising. Then I just start to follow my breath. I can feel that
at first I’m busy with my anger and busy with my driving. Then after a
little while, I start to really hear the breath. As I hear the breath, I
come back. As I hear the breath, I note the hand on the steering wheel.
Then I note the emotions. I just keep coming back into the thicker and
thicker richness of this moment...
- Ram Dass -
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