Sound of the vending machine
A deafening roar
These days, although I only get the chance to sit full lotus mornings and evenings, I sit every moment I can create an opportunity. This usually happens to be on my office chair.
This afternoon during the lunch break I went deep; only to be startled out of it by my ears being filled (and I mean seemingly irrationally, and somewhat unexplainably filled) with the ordinary hum of the vending machine across the hall.
This was kind of a buzz kill.
I know that that probably comes off as an attachment to some mental state.
But the development and cultivation of Samadhi seems important to me right now.
I kind of think it has been underrated in the popular Buddhish press lately.
Yours in practice,