The stone was formed long ago. Me, not so long ago. Does the stone have wisdom born of time, I wonder? Do I? I wonder what sentience is and try to experience that. I notice that I have a mind that holds thoughts, but that mind may be mostly defined by the thoughts, a sort of mirror made of a mirror. In another sense, thought is only the impressions of feelings and history upon the mind, and so without a compound set of things, not only would they not be there, but they are not there now in any independent sense.
I do not know if the rock has sentience, I suppose not, yet there are many things I do not understand. I feel the rock in my world, but it defines my world and as such, is as real as I am. The art of awareness is as much the art of letting go as of defining anything. I am rock, sky, water, air in this very moment, in this very body, in this very life; more, I am neither me or not me, I am defined by what I hold on to and liberated by what I let go of; I can be in touch without holding on, right here, now, there is no time, no space.
Kitty climbs on me while I am meditating and I pick her up. She has good wishes for me, she wants to be close, I feel all that, so closely.
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