We sit quietly and still. Our breath, passing through our nose, sighs slow and steady.
We see ourselves outside a small house. The guest house of a large estate. We enter this house of compassion.
We allow our focus to rest on ourselves. We feel a warmth of compassion for ourselves in our chest. We rest in the warmth.
Another visit finds us dwelling on a person. We know that person. We feel their current struggles. We focus compassion on that person. Seconds, minutes, who knows the time. We feel that warmth in the center of the chest. The compassion extends from us to the other.
We have arrived in the House of Compassion.
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