Vipassana- part 2
I had my dinner �a veg. soup- on a stony bench in the garden. There were old willows and pines, a pool and� a big dog which probably was a big fan of barking. He belonged to the neighbors, but it was like there was something behind the wall he could get on it and let us see how good he could bark.
I had one hour. I thought well, it�s not that bad.. I mean, just because it wasn�t easy, couldn�t be bad too. Instead of the voice of my pc�s fan, I could hear the dry leaves soaring with the wind, hoo hoo kind of voice of the wind, and feeling its body being prickled while passing that big pine�
Oh, and let�s not to forget about the voice of the stomachs.
They used a metallic plate to gather us for meditation. That kind of rings you may have seen in the Chinese temples. Smaller though.
In the evening discourse, we were told why we couldn�t leave until the end of the tenth day. It was like a surgery, the master said. �A surgery of the unconscious, and the noble silence is the scalpel of this surgery. If you leave before the time you should, with an open wound, irrecoverable harms would be inevitable.�
Frequently we were told it was extremely important to not to break the silence. So it could go deeper. �it�s going to be more painful though, this way.�
I decided to respect the silence strictly. I wanted the best result I could possibly get. When they pounded the metal plate for curfew, until we went to bed I looked at three things only; my brush, the mirror, and the ground.
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