Practicing Metta; I started with my roomate and cat and let it expand to neighbors, school and so on. I had to keep starting over because I forgot the many beings in the ground and trees; some asleep, some hiding under the snow or in trees. Then also I forgot the many beings inside the house, most of which never bother me. And I, the observer, am really many beings as well, or at least many things that make up a being. Consciousness seems tenuously located in one place, and connected to many others.
Metta seems to be simply the free flow between beings, between myself and beings, and even between my many parts and their connection to myself as a whole and beyond. When I define myself as separate, I block Metta. I also block flow when I will not be what I am, when I will not get close to myself, when I overrepresent myself to myself. Metta is a gift without a cost, except to what is holding on and held on to.
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