My friend sat on the floor with her legs crossed; her feet impossibly positioned on opposing thighs, soles of her feet facing upward. She sat with her back straight and arms extended, wrists resting on her knees. Her thumbs an forefingers, touching at the tips, formed perfect O's.
Halfway to the floor I had given up achieving a similar position, choosing instead to settle into the recliner.
Your body is a temple, my friend said. If the best you can do is lower your bulk into a chair what does that say about your spiritual health?
It says, I replied, that I have achieved perfect zen. I acknowledge that you are you, I am I, and all is as it is meant to be.
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