Reading a lot lately. Can’t remember where this phrase came up. But it certainly came up today. “Behold the waterfall!” It may be a Tibetan phrase. In the context of meditation it refers to the endless stream of thoughts, the absolutely ineluctable, overpowering mass of cognitions. Unstoppable. Today it was there to behold, indeed. It was a Niagara of the mind. Again and again I felt beaten down, flung back, distracted — but dedication won out, and returned to the breath. How in the face of such relentless force, to pick one’s self up and kindly rededicate?