Day Seventy-five

I am holding the stone but trying to let go. Instead I hold on loosely. I bring my attention loosely, gently. I try to be what I am, like the stone does.

I look to uncover the secret mechanism that is craving. It is there following feeling, and before, with contact, and within the senses. It seems all pervasive; at the very root of thinking. And so watching for craving; feeling for craving, is difficult, but it is the only other activity besides craving. Can I watch feeling without craving? Ah, that is watching; watching craving; craving is defined as not watching; not watching builds the self; the self is built of sleep.

In the glory of touching, of feeling, of contact, of forms that rest alone, I return to what I am.