Last week’s post brought to a close an account of my first Vipassana meditation course. It’s a story about trauma, catharsis, and synchronicity, which begins here. As compensation for this longer story, below is a haiku version of how and why I currently practice Vipassana. Perhaps down the road I’ll put some flesh on these weathered bones.
Sustained awareness of posture, breath, thoughts, and sensations
conjoined with radical acceptance of impermanence
leads to a deepening stillness,
out of which arises clarified inner guidance,
uncommon kindness, and the slow mending of the soul.