Day Twenty-nine

Relating to the stone in concentration seems for the most part to be another set of thoughts that make another world, one off from reality. "I am" is a phrase that rattles around the inside of my head, like Oz behind a screen. And yet, I can see that; and return to concentration more simply. I see the struggle to hold on to an imagined control. I have none. Outer and inner noise take on another quality. A dull headache becomes a sword to cut down a curtain.