Opening the Great Gate
<p>I’ve been meditating for nearly fifty years now, but I’ve never stopped counting my breath. That was the instruction given to me by the Zen priests who were my first meditation teachers. It was undoubtedly meant to be like psychic training wheels for newbie meditators, but since my peripatetic mind somehow just kept wandering, for the next half century I just kept counting. So ingrained was the habit that the rhythm of my inner metronome sometimes departed altogether from my actual breath and traipsed off in a completely different direction to the beat of its own drummer.</p>
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