Concentration removes by degrees all those things that are not concentration.
We are not commanded to practice, we are not mandated, but come to realize that we are obligated by awareness itself to allow it's place in our lives.
That place is like a garden that is full of weeds. Flexibility, persistence, and practice are like weeding, resting, planting, tending and harvesting. We notice weeds because we allow ourselves to feel them, our attachments, our hindrances. We pull them up by owning them gently, looking at them clearly but not bitterly.
We need to rest and allow healing, because life can be harsh on a drawn or tender body, on a fresh or tired mind. We plant positive views even as we take up our negative ones, and we find that even our strongest pains of mind and body are simply tangled up in self-view, they have little power to destroy in the light.
We tend our peacefulness, our opening up with more awareness and patience; watching patiently for the remains of our once enslaved attachments. We harvest little seeds of liberation, for nutrition of the spirit, and for planting in return for grace.
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