Restless at first, then calming. I notice many sensory things but I am not pulled to them. The eye meets the cool shadows in my room, my body feels chilly wind and warm where I am covered, more neutral elsewhere, I hear cars hiss by, and my tinitus. I let the world stay in its place without picking it up too much. Just noticing the contact; I return to attend to touching the stone. I meet touching there and I am closer and closer to being here, to being with what is by nature compound, knowing it.... to know the compound and temporary and unsatisfactory nature of touching is to touch something very eternal.
And yet there is much stirred up even here; in this little touch, much more that needs to be quiet. But I can listen; sense what is gently by grace given to find; and then, perhaps, allay the restless mice of mind.
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