No Problem Like changing weather patterns, the heat of the retreat gives way to the cool mist of shamatha. A soft gentle rain, of empty, simple silence. No blip on the radar screen, organic repellant to chase away mosquito thoughts, boundless space of 'no-reaction', inviting new relationships to all arising appearences. Fetters of dualistic attention snapped, flexing muscles of the strength of presence, Heart Radiance imbuing all in a sphere of utter singularity. June 02, 2001 (1 of 1)