What a lovely feeling it is to breathe outside of the jar? And then unfortunately how quickly one returns and feels the jar all around, the buzzing and confusion, the pushes and pulls that leave you blind, lost, breathless. And then also to remember the glimpse out of the jar, to remember it without grasping after it and squeezing the life out of it. Perhaps the way to remember it is to return to practice, to sit with the reality that one is not bound forever in the jar.
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What a lovely feeling it is to breathe outside of the jar? And then unfortunately how quickly one returns and feels the jar all around, the buzzing and confusion, the pushes and pulls that leave you blind, lost, breathless. And then also to remember the glimpse out of the jar, to remember it without grasping after it and squeezing the life out of it. Perhaps the way to remember it is to return to practice, to sit with the reality that one is not bound forever in the jar.
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