When Stillness Comes

The Fourth Thresholding Skill

Most days, my morning meditation begins and ends with the chime of a singing bowl. My ear delights in the chime and then follows its thinning trail of sound into silence; and it is that reaching after the last trace of sound that opens my listening to the spaciousness beneath and beyond the ringing note.

Similarly, on April 8, many of us followed the wan…