Winter ground of thinking mind...
It can appear hard and compacted.
It can be difficult to penetrate.
No one wants to dig here.
Why? It's not very fun.
Beneath the surface though...
here is Some-thing worthy of us...
without seeing without hearing,
without smelling, without touching,
without thinking, without conditioning.
Some-thing Still.
Some-thing Here.
It doesn't arrive.
It doesn't leave.
Before heaven and Earth were conceived.
Limitlessly fertile...
is the soil and ground of Being.
It awaits our attention, so we can notice.
Dig! Using the shovel of meditation...
Engage the Inward ground!
一We Are the Practice Itself
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