Monday, October 19, 2009

Day Fifty-seven

Sinking into the night in meditation is so different than when waking into the day. There is more of a sense of going from noise toward quiet as opposed to lingering quiet that carries through into the noise. There is the fear of nightmares and all that is uncontrolled by vigilance.

But then, there is discipline of the mind and buoyant release to let the body roll across the sea of sleep with some sort of navigation and cooperation.

I hold the stone and fall into sleep. It does not feel like a place to go, not like another place to strive and file concepts, nor a place to get away from striving and filing.

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