Last week’s post brought to a close the story of my first Vipassana meditation course and the first nine months of my life. It was a story — told in three parts and beginning here — about trauma, catharsis, and synchronicity. In the spirit of compensation for that longer story, here’s a haiku version of how and why I currently practice Vipassana. Perhaps down the road I’ll be able to flesh it out.
Fierce awareness of respiration and sensations,
conjoined with a radical acceptance of what is
and a cultivated appreciation of impermanence,
leads to a deepening stillness, out of which comes
reliable inner guidance, common kindness,
and the slow mending of the soul.