Friday, January 8, 2010

Day One Hundred and Thirty Eight


I feel free in concentration. I consider its perspective. There is a subtle sense of being free from something. I sense greed, the desire to have; to hold on to the 'free' perspective. I sense hatred, the disdain for my old self; for history, for my mistakes, for many things. I sense a subtle ignorance; the general sense of craving for self that wraps like twilight around my dreams; even it darkens the very release from them.

It seems to me that these are the things that matter most; the application of freedom, of concentration and mindfulness to these subtle matters of self. Freedom is a living thing, and it cannot be anywhere but here and now. I feel the stability of bringing the dark into the light with me.

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