Generic Buddha meditation

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In essence:
Just sit (or stand, walk, lie, sleep, whatever) fully, completely, inclusively. Be awareness itself, be consciousness itself.

Meditation in short (while sitting):
crossed legs
straight back
open eyes
(no) thought

To someone else, it may look like this:
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To you, it may feel like this:
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Meditation: there’s nothing to it

In meditation let there be a continuous non-verbalizing awareness of posture, breath, environment (context).

Nothing, such as breath, needs to be singled out for special attention.

Maintain an effortless awareness of everything simultaneously. There is no need to zero in on any particular subject/object of awareness, nor to flit from one to another.

Verbalizing (thinking), when noticed, may be dropped mid-sentence, with feeling/awareness returning naturally to posture, breath and over-all context.

breathing in -

nothing is left out.

breathing out -

in disappears.

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Dream

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I had a long, strange dream this morning as I was sleeping in late. I was back in Bangkok, walking barefoot down Sukhumvit Road. Feeling really good to be back after six years. Could hardly believe I was there. Thought that maybe I was dreaming and determined that nope, I'm not dreaming, I'm really here. Cool! People back home will be surprised I'm here. Stuck my head into a couple of go-go bars along Sukhumvit. Decided I'd come back later. Then things started getting really weird. It was Bangkok, but everything was different. It was like the 1960s architecturally, but on a massive scale. Sukhumvit petered out into a walking mall street, there was no Skytrain. An Indian family had set up an outdoor sidewalk bunk-bed dormitory business, 200 baht per night. I thought I can get a cheap hotel for that much. The cops on Sathorn Road were beating up a guy who had crashed his Corvette in the ditch. Gary and Joy took me to a pizza place called The Bomber. But we didn't quite get there. A girl standing on the walkover bridge near the Ambassador Hotel was shocked to see a clear hole in the polluted sky, but I could see that it was just an optical illusion, and I pointed this out to her. Huge white Concord-like US Air Force jets swooped acrobatically over the city. My bicycle got harder and harder to pedal and I stopped and examined the tires. They were both ripped to shreds.`````(Aug. 6, 2004)

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