The Night of the Mosquito Meditation

Or, how I learned that a sound is just a sound.

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I heard the mosquito’s buzz just after I committed to staying quiet and still, meditating in semi-loto posture until I achieve enlightenment. Well, or at least, until I had a very decent meditation.

It was a beautiful night, not cold, not warm. You could smell the grass and plants, and sense a…