Day Eighty-five

I often conceptualize meditation as a place to go that is different from where I am, someplace harmonious, where I am like a great gentle eye that looks over animals and rivers, or like a river, flowing around whatever comes my way. But that is an instant of separation, 'this' vs. 'that' other more intimate place. How strange to conceptualize an intimate place, but that is what I often do.

It is delightful in a way to realize that working with troublesome mind states is good meditation, it is harmonious. It was me all along that was the subject here, me all along who was the obstacle, me all along that is choosing to build a wall apart from nature, apart from me.