Day One Hundred and Four

Trying to touch the stone as it is. I notice myself conceptualizing of the stone, of touching. I feel out of time, out of reality, dreaming. I let go of that and go back to feeling. I notice myself with doubt and boredom and worry. I notice the tendency to either jump to something else or conceptualize. I try to touch without speaking about touching, yet being with the feeling, as the feeling in the body; looking at the arising of craving; the desire to be elsewhere; letting it go with concentration back upon the stone. So simple, but so rare for me to do; to be with something without being elsewhere.