Day One Hundred and Nine

I touch and get lost in asking what that is, the purpose. I see that I am assailed by feelings of the body combined with thought; uncomfortable tiredness, unconsolable restlessness. I let go of the thoughts but they are strong, now worry about aches, worry about letting go, nihilism. I concentrate in the midst of these things, by noticing; noticing that these problems are part of the activity of mind to constantly create itself. I consider all letting go to be insight and I find my way.