by Gil Fronsdal When it was evening, the venerable Sariputta rose from meditation and went to the Blessed One. After paying homage to him, he sat down at one side. The Blessed One then said to him:“Sariputta, your faculties are clear. The color of your skin is pure and radiant. What abiding do you often dwell in now, Sariputta?” “Now, venerable sir, I often abide in emptiness.” “Good, good, Sariputta! Now, indeed, you often abide in the abiding of a…
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