As often happens in sitting down to meditate, I've forgotten why I do it. I suppose if I could articulate it well enough, I would be enlightened, notwithstanding attachment to mind. I sit, I know that much to do. I concentrate on the stone. I use it as an anchor for calming. I observe the tiredness/restlessness I have. I see how I struggle with tiredness in meditation and at other times. I threatens to take away the sense of me. Then then the struggle to maintain me becomes restlessness.
I go back to the stone and calming with less tiredness ensues. I am not as caught up in my state of mind and body. And I remember why I do it; to watch and to let observation of what is open up, to let what is not, what I fabricate, fall away.
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