In this morning's guided meditation for Winter Feast for the Soul, Tibetan monk Anam Thubten described how in a certain meditative state we feel "empty inside in a beautiful way." I couldn't help but think of Wallace Stevens's poem The Snow Man, which is referenced in line two below.
More snow falling.
It takes a mind of winter
to simply watch it fall.
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Monday, February 2, 2015
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