Tiredness. I often panic needlessly when I am tired in meditation. Some dreamlike thoughts swim up naturally to the edge of my awareness, and others are worries about not staying awake or that I will miss something.
Today there is an aspect of it that lets me sink into meditation. Like me and the stone are both made of similar, heavy, earthy stuff. There is a vague sense of coming out the other side of tiredness, not just watching the tiredness of body and mind change into being less tired, but of just being OK without noting everything. Staying with the singular place with some trust, through broad moods, holding gently to one point.
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