Friday, October 9, 2009
Day Forty-seven
Noticing pull-outs to meditation; I go toward them, sound of birds, view of cat, tiredness of body. They are all there at my senses, but I go toward them. I go back to concentration and their pull lessens. I experience them in a more bare way and concentration deepens; I can let them be, even the thoughts, when not grasped, go their way. Today I am left with restlessness which too fades when I watch myself wanting to pick it up and solve it, interact with it, talk more about it.
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