I am fortunate to live 8 minutes away from the zendo, by car, if the 5:30 AM traffic light karma is favorable. Flying through the zen center door, putting on my robe and gathering cushions. The warning bell is struck, and fading harmonics echo through the building. Ten thousand things, and "only Mu!" merge as I settle on my zafu, feeling the energy of a seasoned zendo. Breath, no breath, fading resonance of the "I" that is not...here and now.
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