Day One Hundred Ninety-one

Concentration feels like the center of things, but it may not be all things. I notice the pull back toward what is known, before letting go happens. Sometimes I experience irritation. I rarely notice that I get tangled in irritation; or see it as a combination of me and the senses... usually I blame myself or the external environment. Sometimes I race to become calm before a presumed irritation will happen.

Sometimes concentration pulls me toward a center, sometimes it sits still and the world opens. It seeks to find all of me, and so I must lose myself.