The stone has no eyes to see, but it sees things without judgement. What is the judgement in me? It is not in the feeling, because my senses have no independent life of their own, feeling happens before any response to feeling. It isn't my mind, because that is just the space to hold perception or thought.
It is the sense of 'vs', of 'me' and 'mine'. It is given some space to rest in concentration. Hindrances of tiredness, anxiety, desire and dislike and doubt do not bring judgement, and yet they are defined by it. What is tiredness to stone? I suppose it would be a hundred years of meditation that had worn it to the size of a pea. Anxiety, just about to be cast into the path of a steamroller. And so on; but in truth, the stone is being worn without fear, and exists most temporarily with no visible signs of cracking.
Tonight, I am a paper doll cast on the river of sorrow, floating by a stone.
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