Cattāri Brahmavihārā

It occurred to me as I sat trying to follow the breath at the nose this morning that forty minutes a day is an almost infinitesimally small amount of time compared to the eons spent heedlessly wandering through samsara. When considering the fact that this mindstream has been reborn through infinite expansions and contractions of the universe it’s hard to be too hard on oneself, especially having chosen the lay life which makes finding time to practice doubly hard. So, I’ll keep at, always trying to see more clearly, practice more and for longer but knowing that I have billions of years of conditioning to fight against. It’s no wonder that I can stay with the breath for only one minute out of forty five.