After meditating for a time on breathing in and out, and settling the mind until it is like the surface of a placid lake, the practice entails concentrating our awareness on the heart. We consider ourselves, someone for whom we have a very close connection, a 'neutral' person, and another with whom we are in conflict. As we consider each we are to be particularly attentive to any physical or emotional sensation that may arrise.
I breathe in and I return to myself, I breathe out and I smile. Tonight I chose lil' D as my close connection, for all of you I miss tonight you are the one I felt the furthest from with each passing mile. Upon the placid lake of the mind I drop the words like a lotus petal, 'May you be well'. I notice an odd intrusion around my heart that extends below into my diaphram - yellow and fluttering. Upon the placid lake of the mind I drop the words like a lotus petal, 'May you be happy'. The sensation flutters again and sprouts green wings that course gently thoughout my entire chest and extend to behind my shoulder blades. Upon the placid lake of the mind I drop the words like a lotus petal, 'May you be free from suffering'. The butterfly, now vibrant blue penentrates forward through my solar plexus and out of my body, and again and again, like echoes of itself. I love you, Kiddo.
I Love you.
I breathe in and I return to myself, I breathe out and I smile. Tonight I chose lil' D as my close connection, for all of you I miss tonight you are the one I felt the furthest from with each passing mile. Upon the placid lake of the mind I drop the words like a lotus petal, 'May you be well'. I notice an odd intrusion around my heart that extends below into my diaphram - yellow and fluttering. Upon the placid lake of the mind I drop the words like a lotus petal, 'May you be happy'. The sensation flutters again and sprouts green wings that course gently thoughout my entire chest and extend to behind my shoulder blades. Upon the placid lake of the mind I drop the words like a lotus petal, 'May you be free from suffering'. The butterfly, now vibrant blue penentrates forward through my solar plexus and out of my body, and again and again, like echoes of itself. I love you, Kiddo.
I Love you.
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