Meditation

An older man sits in a half lotus position, a small “singing bowl” rests between his knees and a candle burns softly just in front of a small buddha figure. “These are times….” he thinks, and then tries to snap back into his practice, which is the negation of his thoughts, his past and his future - his sense of self, even his identification with the abstraction that is his name. But this is not all of it - thoughts come and go, fears rise and fall and his past returns in thoughts both quiet and loud; real as time, or clearly fantasy. In a flash of insight, he realizes the inherent truth of THIS moment - transcending and “seeing” his disassembled body and mind