Mind

It seems to me that my mind has texture, like the air I breathe has texture. With texture comes a certain solidity, something tangible, something that may be perceived or experienced, and shaped. From encounters with Reality, I'm left with impressions.

Tuesday 8 December 2009

Refuge verses



This is the short refuge verse I end my meditation practice with:
From now onwards,
Until the attainment of Enlightenment,
With great reverence of body, speech, and mind,
I go for refuge to the Buddha Śākyamuni.
These lines are taken from the Tiratna Vandana, the Salutation to the Three Jewels:
Buddham jīvita-pariyantam saranaṁ gacchāmi.
Dhammaṅ jīvita-pariyantam saranaṁ gacchāmi.
Sanghaṁ jīvita-pariyantam saranaṁ gacchāmi.

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