Tonight I quickly find peace with concentration. I feel the heaviness and lightness of the stone. I notice a deeper sense of a continuum of weight. Whatever weight there is feels defined by histories of pressure against hand, of hand in air, and the fluidity of many things. Even mind feels fluid in balance to the deep pause of concentration. Concentration takes on an air of deepening definition balanced in the totality of things. The edge of impermanence and not-self disturb my self concept for a while, but I find balance there.
At last I am toppled by unsatisfactoriness. Tonight it is a subtle clinging to the concept of balance as a way out, which is unhappily balanced, at least for a time, by the law of change.
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