"May my breath be the world"
This meditation went by very fast. The first big chunk of it was very focused, with a relaxed body and mind, and focused completely on my breathing. At some point I began thinking about my koi pond, and heard someone speaking, which both distracted me. Briefly, I got sucked into my mind and realized how much, how very hard it tries to tell a story, any story, as long as I would listen: even the story it was telling me about how it loves to tell stories! The mind needs to talk to awareness to validate itself, the body that it belongs to, its history, and its place in the world. Even the most nostalgic stories of joy are only memories that distract awareness from itself. Body consciousness and the ego mask themselves as awareness, and ultimately their influence and passively letting them tell your story will only lead you to unhappiness. The yoga mat I am laying on smells wonderful, and closing my eyes and breathing deeply through my nose brings me back. Namaste, world. You are mine.
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