At 5.00 am I woke and forsaking the pyjamas, the bed and the warmth, took myself out to the garden and the summer house. The remarkable thing about the earlier morning meditations is that time flies and with no effort, half an hour of meditation is effortless and simple. There isn't the tussle with the mind's suggestions of things to be done and you seem to be bathed in the same becoming that is happening in nature. There must be a period between night and day when each sleeping thing remembers its form and function and gets ready to display again, birds to be birds, roses to be roses and people to become the person for the day.
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