Day One Hundred Ninety-two

I touch stone and notice the consciousness of the body. I think "touching" and know that I cannot think touching without touching. I feel the characteristics of lightness, heaviness, smoothness, roughness, hardness and softness. I think them first and then know that I cannot think them without touching them. I notice thinking pulsing from touch.

I sift out the thinking and ask what is left; only each characteristic. I stay with one characteristic; the most dominant which is tonight lightness. I see a hundred thoughts in an instant which categorize the lightness. I sift them out, let them drop while still touching. Suddenly there is lightness without much thought. Then there is no lightness because there is no comparison. The stone has no qualities relative to me, to history, to other things. And yet I touch the stone.

Ah, there, there are qualities, each relative to their opposite. The stone is light relative to heaviness. Immateriality skips across my mind leaving a row of widening ripples.