zen diary

thought scribblings

In meditation, my mind wanders to all the images of violence I’ve seen, the horrible ways human beings have treated each other, and for a moment my eyes well up.

"You have to work through the grief," someone once told our group. "It’s how you know you are connected to everyone else. We are all interconnected."

I listen for the chime that signals the end of the meditation. I listen to own breathing in the afternoon air.

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