In ten minutes, what can you actually do?
Actually very little, but when multiplied day by day, the significance of these ten minutes suddenly grows, becoming very influential. Entering the meditations, I was unsure of where my inner thoughts would take me. Reflecting now, it seems that I have actually traveled quite far. After ten days of meditating for ten uninterrupted minutes, I have begun to anticipate my departure from the rest of the world, finding solace in my own monologue. This retreat for ten minutes was not so much lonely isolation from the world as it was refreshing sanctuary from my own sources of tension; I have become my own place of refuge, instead of something to avoid. I do not believe that ten days is long enough to achieve …show more content…
The sound rose and wafted into my bedroom, and I was not startled by the noise, as I used to be when the timer would go off. I told myself that I was within my mind and that the noise could not touch me, and it no longer seemed irritating or loud. My stressed mind pulled taut against the home I was beginning to construct with my newly conscious mind, and the work I had spent much time on was beginning to falter. With the stress of the end of the semester, my thoughts were whirling and there was little peace. It was the sneezes that reminded me that I was within my mind, and untouchable. Even if my external life was chaotic, my internal life was still intact, dark, and peacecful. An itch was bothering me, but I did not scratch it. Unbeknowest to me at the time, I had experienced a “victory over [my]self…” (Dhammapada 56) The word victory is used a myriad of times in this ancient Buddhist text, and it implies that there is a sort of battle to be one, a struggle to be overcome. In this way, the Dhammpada suggests that the mind and the body run unparrallel to each other, making the journey of meditation crucial in achieving inner peace. My findings were congruent to this idea, and I found that I am composed of two distinct strata: my mind, and my body.
By now, meditating had become much less onerous. The ten minutes flew by, so quickly in fact that I thought that there was something wrong with the clock. I doubted technology and could not believe that I had spent ten minutes with myself. I was sure it had only been a few
Actually very little, but when multiplied day by day, the significance of these ten minutes suddenly grows, becoming very influential. Entering the meditations, I was unsure of where my inner thoughts would take me. Reflecting now, it seems that I have actually traveled quite far. After ten days of meditating for ten uninterrupted minutes, I have begun to anticipate my departure from the rest of the world, finding solace in my own monologue. This retreat for ten minutes was not so much lonely isolation from the world as it was refreshing sanctuary from my own sources of tension; I have become my own place of refuge, instead of something to avoid. I do not believe that ten days is long enough to achieve …show more content…
The sound rose and wafted into my bedroom, and I was not startled by the noise, as I used to be when the timer would go off. I told myself that I was within my mind and that the noise could not touch me, and it no longer seemed irritating or loud. My stressed mind pulled taut against the home I was beginning to construct with my newly conscious mind, and the work I had spent much time on was beginning to falter. With the stress of the end of the semester, my thoughts were whirling and there was little peace. It was the sneezes that reminded me that I was within my mind, and untouchable. Even if my external life was chaotic, my internal life was still intact, dark, and peacecful. An itch was bothering me, but I did not scratch it. Unbeknowest to me at the time, I had experienced a “victory over [my]self…” (Dhammapada 56) The word victory is used a myriad of times in this ancient Buddhist text, and it implies that there is a sort of battle to be one, a struggle to be overcome. In this way, the Dhammpada suggests that the mind and the body run unparrallel to each other, making the journey of meditation crucial in achieving inner peace. My findings were congruent to this idea, and I found that I am composed of two distinct strata: my mind, and my body.
By now, meditating had become much less onerous. The ten minutes flew by, so quickly in fact that I thought that there was something wrong with the clock. I doubted technology and could not believe that I had spent ten minutes with myself. I was sure it had only been a few