The Darkest Night of My Spiritual War: The Final Step to Freedom… or Annihilation.
It's The End of the Road. This is My Last Stand.
I usually go to the Zen Center on Sundays.
For someone who hated going to church with a passion, it’s a huge turnaround. I try to get home before midnight to get enough rest the next day.
I was out dancing the night before and didn’t get enough sleep…
So, this Sunday was a struggle not to fall asleep in the zendo.
I wish I could do justice to how epic it is to sit in a room with 50 people for 2 hours in pristine silence.
You leave the zendo feeling rejuvenated.
My mind is clear and empty.
Ergo, no problems and desires to make me unhappy.
But I was miserable after my sit yesterday.
We had a meeting after the sitting in the dining room.
I want to do justice to how strange and cool this religion is.
Strange: We eat on the floor from a table, which may be a foot off the ground.
It’s the traditional Japanese way.
I love it.
We’re eating, and we’re all still in our lotus positions.
And I dare not overlook how well-fed we are at the Zen Center.
We get a bagel breakfast every Sunday.
There’s lots of coffee an…
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