Monday, December 14, 2009

Day One Hundred and Thirteen

I am grateful for the opportunity for contact and concentration. I seek to unbind contact, and yet it is a place to start. Feeling along the stone is never static, although it seems so at first. Feeling is more of many many little feelings, and each of those is more a matter of stone and skin combining; never a single 'true' feeling.

Even when the thumb is just at rest, I don't think I would feel anything if it were static. Everything is in motion. How could I feel anything if I cannot identify what the feeling is made of. And if it is made of something I must be able to say "I feel this now"... feel what? The stone. How? By touching.

So touching is only a moving process, an ever changing process, a true arising without individual or solid or permanent existence.

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