Come my cantilations, Let us dump our hatreds into one bunch and be done with them, Hot sun, clear water, fresh wind, Let me be free of pavements, Let me be free of the printers. Let come beautiful people Wearing raw silk of good colour, Let come the graceful speakers, Let come the ready of wit, Let come the gay of manner, the insolent and the exulting. We speak of burnished lakes, And of dry air, as clear as metal.
It's not about mind expansion, what good does that do if the mind remains in a box? It's about allowing for space in between the cracks of the “solid” mind. Allowing for space around everything in your head. Distance, workable distance. Fill it in emptiness. The ability to continuously step back from, or step into the mind as the witness.
“Just like one would quickly, fearfully pick up a dropped sword, so should one pick up the dropped sword of mindfulness, while bearing the hells in mind.”—Santideva, Bodhicharyavatara, A Guide to the Bodhisattva Way of Life Chapter 7:68. (via mgibsonian)