Meditation is emptying; empty yourself utterly. In that empty innocent state we open ourselves to the Light. Poets, like Rumi point to that Light.
Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing,
there is a field. I'll meet you there.
When the soul lies down in that grass,
the world is too full to talk about.
Ideas, language, even the phrase each other
doesn't make any sense.
(Essential Rumi - translated by Coleman Barks)
peace upon you,
bob
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