We meditators often complain about not having time to sit, and when I do, I often think of the poet William Stafford. Whether he was home or traveling, Bill woke every morning at four or five to write. I accompanied him years ago on one of his poetry tours in the West and heard him read many of those poems that arose from his early morning routine. In his book of essays, Crossing Unmarked Snow, he admits that when people complained to him that they couldn’t find time to write, “I have to avert my eyes, not to look accusingly at them.” Because he knew that all of us have the same amount of time he did. I imagine spiritual teachers feel the same way when they hear us complain, “I just can’t find time to meditate.” shambhalasun/index.php?option=com_content&task=view&id=4086&Itemid=0
Posted on: Mon, 09 Sep 2013 19:24:22 +0000
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