During pranayama this morning I saw a face looking right at me, a middle-aged man's face in three-eighths profile, looking to one side and right into my eyes. He was kind of scowling but not hostile, just serious. His race or nationality I couldn't determine.
That lasted about two minutes, and I have no idea what it meant. Possibly it meant nothing at all, and was just a stray imagining or long-forgotten fragment called up out of deep memory.
It's amazing what the mind comes up with when it's intensely concentrated on a single, simple object, such as the breath.
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