At Antaiji they rotate seating (and sitting) arrangements at the beginning of each month. A few of my family members, when reading this blog, were bothered by the idea that I would be staring at a white wall for hours and days on end. I found their reaction surprising given that I've been mediating for years. Maybe they'll feel better now.
From where I sit, this is what I am:
"At the still point of the turning world. Neither flesh nor fleshless;
Neither from nor towards; at the still point there the dance is."
from Four Quartets (Burnt Norton) by TS Eliot
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