Day Thirteen

As usual, I notice many thoughts at first and craving to be with them, and struggle to let go. I return to touching and let them go. Where do they go? Mostly, they subside, change when my sense of time becomes less tight. It's always better when it's less tight, all of this practice. It helps to see that I hold thought and sensation and create my own sense of time out of it. Letting go has a little fear, but that is just one more thing to notice that I am holding on to.

With concentration, there is space between the distractions. And then my mind is unsatisfied with the touching and wants more complexity. There is the feeling of it in my hand and of my thumb on top of it. Is it enough? Ah, I am at rest with it for a moment. And I am alive because I am the knower of feeling built from stone and body. But that too is changing.