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" Insight Meditation

    Find your "SEAT," a posture and attitude of stability. You can sit on a chair or cushion, but you should be comfortable and relaxed and your back should be straight but not rigid and strained. If you are not used to the cushion and want to try it, sit on it for five or 10 minutes at first and then go back to the chair. The first step is called SHAMATHA or getting calm. This is usually done by watching the breath. You pick a place to watch it, like the tip of the nose or the abdomen. Do not force your breath to be a certain way. It is the way it is and you just watch. Your mind will wander. When it does, just go back to the breath. In Insight Meditation eyes are usually closed. Some meditators prefer to have eyes slightly open looking at the floor a couple of feet ahead.
    You may wish to count breaths at first: One out breathe, two out breaths, etc. up to four or 10. Whatever works is all right. If you don't get to two without finding your mind wandering, don't worry, it's normal. (And shocking, to see firsthand how little control we have over our mind.) This concentration on breathing can be done for as long as you like. A half-hour, a week, a lifetime. If you are new, spend a lot of time with the breath until you begin to get very calm.
    The next step is INSIGHT meditation. In Insight meditation we watch our minds. Six so-called "sense doors" appear and disappear: bodily sensations (pressure, hot, cold, body aches and tension, etc.), smelling, tasting, seeing, hearing and thoughts. (Thoughts in this context, are considered a sense door. An emotion, if you look carefully, is a combination of bodily sensations with an overlay of thought.) We just notice that all these sense door phenomena arise and pass away. We may even become so still that we lose our sense of separateness from the objects we're observing. Then we can just rest in awareness itself. "
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        ... i've never reached those places with my soul, i just felt as a blind wanderer on lands which may have been once blessed with quietness and spiritual strength. Maybe back then, the people who didn't belong to that land came and told THEM that there may be something wealthier and then they killed their soul and settled off their spirit.
         They lied them as you lie the child about life, they tarnished the paintings of their monasteries and they washed the frescoes of their soul, beautifully mutilated them, petrified and crucified them with their own childishness of the soul. They made them believe in something they knew it was ephemeral, dazzled them and dressed them beautifully with clothes. But there has been left some of them unseen, far away from the tarmac, but close to the sky, whom THESE ONES didn't find, and even if they had found them, they wouldn't reached the ears through which they could pour the wax of forgetfulness, they didn't find neither they're eyes...this way they didn't get them back from their road, contrariwise they awakened them the memories and new strengths.
        I've wandered with a gloomy soul...people don't look at each other anymore, they don't recognize themselves in the earth they are walking on, they don't smile anymore and they don't cry out loud their happiness in the valleys where aforetime they were building the houses of the soul out of clay and faith. I've searched for them in their sleep and in the coldness of the serpent-river and found them in the current of memories full of the foam of forgetfulness.
        I've looked for them in their frowned glance and found them in the blueness of the pupil raised towards the sky. I've searched them in the palms battered by the new clothes' burden and found them in the silk purl of the butterflies that led their children to put on their festive and dancing clothes.
        I went after their footprint on the road of reconciliation but i've discovered them forgotten of their roots. And then i've climbed up there, at the home of gods, and i've glimpsed the unseen through the walls of the halved houses, smiling towards their long life. They are drinking milk and have no new clothes.
        This is how i've seen the unseen of all that i met, far away from the tarmac and close to the sky.

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