Cultivating mindfulness on this clear spring morning. With the sound of birdsong and the babbling brook, the guardians on my sense doors are far from busy.
I feel the gardener in my mind, watching my thoughts, tip his hat in acknowledgement to Mara and her unskilful friends, but call and welcome in the skilful to his home.
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Wow, that's really nice, Andy. I wish the gardener in my mind was as efficient.
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