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Omm.
Breathe in, breathe out. Breathe in, breathe out. Omm.
Our mind is incredibly blank. We are completely in the moment, one with our breath, one with nature, one with the universe. Omm.
Our lungs are not pulling air; the universe is breathing life, breathing air into our lungs. Omm.
A mundane thought in the form of a recollection surfaces. It’s trivial, really. A memory of that verbal disagreement the two acolytes had earlier today, a disagreement we had to mediate. We experienced a rare moment of anger and frustration. Now, we treat this intrusion on our meditation as we always do when intruding thoughts arise. We don’t feel guilty or upset about them. We let it go. Thoughts will always come. We need to put our attention firmly and gently back on our breath. Thoughts are like so
