http://www.zenmoments.org/a-gift-from-the-setting-sun/ - the great power of small things - Tue, 07 Feb 2012 00:12:21 +0000 hourly 1 http://wordpress.org/?v= http://www.zenmoments.org/a-gift-from-the-setting-sun/comment-page-1/#comment-3228 Loretta Fri, 22 Jan 2010 22:41:10 +0000 http://www.zenmoments.org/?p=592#comment-3228 Thank you for the sunset sharing. Indeed there is something breathlessly exquisite and all consuming about sunsets. Every day happening. Sometimes obscured by dramatic thunder clouds or veiled by thick mist in the Drakensberg (dragon mountains) of KZN but always a glimmer or a special light. When you come to Dharmagiri you see three different mountains escort the sun to sunset creating a slow moving dance different each day. Breathing somehow happens - conscious breathing. Tense shoulders relax. Soft eyes. Floating whirls of light. No sound. Soundless music of silence. You are a whisper in a moment. Is the breath yours or that of another? Ten twenty minutes standing? Floating? breathing. One with the moment. Just for a moment. Then a lone jackal call. Full moon must be slowly rising. Metta greetings. Thank you for the sunset sharing. Indeed there is something breathlessly exquisite and all consuming about sunsets. Every day happening. Sometimes obscured by dramatic thunder clouds or veiled by thick mist in the Drakensberg (dragon mountains) of KZN but always a glimmer or a special light. When you come to Dharmagiri you see three different mountains escort the sun to sunset creating a slow moving dance different each day. Breathing somehow happens – conscious breathing. Tense shoulders relax. Soft eyes. Floating whirls of light. No sound. Soundless music of silence. You are a whisper in a moment. Is the breath yours or that of another? Ten twenty minutes standing? Floating? breathing. One with the moment. Just for a moment. Then a lone jackal call. Full moon must be slowly rising.
Metta greetings.

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