Cattāri Brahmavihārā

This morning, as I would my way to work through NYC’s subterranean passages a vision of myself and those around me as little more than walking bags of filth took hold of my attention.

Initially, it was just the thought of last night’s dinner sitting in my stomach as it was mixed in with breakfast and coffee–a thought that was nauseating enough. But, as I became aware of others around me, I perceived the sane vision. The attractive woman next to me had a stomach and colon full of her own breakfast as did the woman drinking her coffee. Immediately, all lust dropped away.

As is always the case with these perceptions, it’s utility is sure to wane quickly but for as long as it had ab emotional impact I’ll continue to use it.