Tuesday, September 8, 2009

Day Sixteen

Whether the stone is touched on one point or in most of my palm does not seem to matter for concentration. I can still have a singular place, that place which is different from wandering mind.

Just feeling the stone after the haze of sleep lifts, and the thoughts of the day have not yet taken hold. "What is it like" brings history in. It feels like a bicycle handle after a while. One of a few things I have held for a while at once. How to feel it without history..... It feels a little grainy as if it was made of grains, a kind of sand I can relate to from the beach, or smooth like other stones I remember. The feeling is pleasant today, warm and smooth, like holding tea in a stoneware cup. Yet in another way, it is not 'like' anything. Staying with the feeling of pleasant without holding on too tight begins to lift the history away. It is warm and there is some wanting to stay there. I let go of that and pleasant remains in a new way.

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