tice, then, by slowly removing the unkindness and harm from

ourselves, we allow our true Good Heart, the fundamental

goodness and kindness that are our real nature, to shine out and

become the warm climate in which our true being flowers.

You will see now why I call meditation the true practice of

peace, the true practice of nonaggression and nonviolence, and

the real and greatest disarmament.


When I teach meditation, I often begin by saying: "Bring

your mind home. And release. And relax."

The whole of meditation practice can be essentialized into

these three crucial points: bring your mind home, and release,

and relax. Each phrase contains meanings that resonate on

many levels.

To bring your mind home means to bring the mind into the

state of Calm Abiding through the practice of mindfulness. In

its deepest sense, to bring your mind home is to turn your

mind inward and to rest in the nature of mind. This itself is

the highest meditation.

To release means to release mind from its prison of grasping,

since you recognize that all pain and fear and distress arise from

the craving of the grasping mind. On a deeper level, the realization

and confidence that arise from your growing understanding

of the nature of mind inspire the profound and natural generosity

that enables you to release all grasping from your heart, letting

it free itself, to melt away in the inspiration of meditation.

Finally, to relax means to be spacious and to relax the mind

of its tensions. More deeply, you relax into the true nature of

your mind, the state of Rigpa. The Tibetan words that evoke

this process suggest the sense of "relaxing upon the Rigpa." It

is like pouring a handful of sand onto a flat surface; each grain

settles of its own accord. This is how you relax into your true

nature, letting all thoughts and emotions naturally subside and

dissolve into the state of the nature of mind.

When I meditate, I am always inspired by this poem by

Nyoshul Khenpo:

Rest in natural great peace

This exhausted mind

Beaten helpless by karma and neurotic thought,

Like the relentless fury of the pounding waves

In the infinite ocean of samsara.

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