The Dharma teachers and Zen masters always told me to focus on my breathing while meditating.
My yoga instructor has described the kind of breathing I do as jagged, but she wasn't singling me out. This was in a class of some pretty worn out folks.
So tonight I observed my breath as it came naturally and focused on what I was observing.
It was the difference between counting cars as they pass by and trying to drive them all at once.
Don't take my word for it.
Love,
Sean
Do not go upon what has been acquired by repeated hearing; nor tradition; nor rumor; nor what is in a scripture; nor surmise; nor axiom; nor specious reasoning; nor bias towards one’s beliefs; nor upon another's seeming ability; nor upon the consideration, 'The monk is our teacher.' When you yourselves know: 'These things are good; these things are not blamable; these things are praised by the wise; undertaken and observed, these things lead to benefit and happiness,' enter on and abide in them.
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