When the three gongs sound, the Ocean Zendo practitioners take their seats in the Unitarian Universalist Meetinghouse on the Bridgehampton-Sag Harbor Turnpike — on cushions and mats, crossing their legs into full lotus, half-lotus and Burmese, or in chairs, their feet touching the floor, hands in their laps.
In the silence, their eyes do not close; instead, they drop to a 45-degree angle, unfocused, as they begin to breathe.
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