I thought practice would get me somewhere

I thought practice would get me somewhere

it didn’t

somewhere just appears

practice arises within it

I thought mantras would bring me cool experiences

they didn’t

mantras became an expression of the inexpressible

in love with being itself

I thought that peace in the still of meditation was “it”

it wasn’t

peace held within it spontaneous joy

a hair’s breadth away

waiting to be found

bubbling up

seeping into

all the cracks in this life

that thoughts




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A former seeker starts blogging.
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