Day Twenty-five

All the stuff of the day in my head feels best gently bid its way through attention to the body. Attention to the stone allows for a base to see where my body is 'buzzing' from its mental and physical business. Shortly, there is just the stone and my attention.

I recognize touch through the mind most of the time. I name 'touching'. I try to let that go and use naming only shortly, to bring me back to touching. Asking 'pleasant, unpleasant or neutral?' also brings me back to touching only.

I come to touching and notice the tendency of the mind to label. I use labeling and the mind panics when letting it go. I keep looking and notice that all the labeling, even 'pleasant' etc is somehow an incorrect subjective view of time and space. In other words, even though I 'feel' with the body alone, this is in a constant flux, and 'pleasant' or 'hard' or 'cool' live momentarily along a vast spectrum of feeling. When considering this spectrum using the mind, the body remains in only one fractional place.

Looking and looking, there arises in the body-only a sense of some more rapidly changing feeling, a pulse of liberation from anything subjective at all except for opening wider, 'pleasant' is still there in some way, but there is also bare and miraculous contact; flesh and stone in a creative meeting that has no name or requirement for result.