I had acquired some old hessian sacks for us to sit on in the garden. This morning I was shaking the dust out of them, preparing for satsang, and the dust seemed to be never-ending. It reminded me of the Buddhist analogy of the mind as a dusty mirror. With meditation, we aim to wipe the dust off the mirror, so that the mind can reflect reality without distortion. I only hope that our minds are less dusty than those old sacks!
