Tuesday, January 19, 2010

Day One Hundred Forty Nine

The stone feels softer from lotion, or perhaps it is my fingers. Do I ever feel the stone? How closely does it meet the body? How closely does the startled bird meet the eye, its fluttering the ear? Each sense has a range that objects arise into. Even the body can feel a burning car four lanes away from within a metal shell going sixy miles an hour. The mind can dream accurately of something that happens half a world or many days away.

Concentration may allow what is already close and not really separate to intensify; in this case awareness and absorption.

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