If there were a magic phrase that worked for concentration, I'm sure I would use it, but of course there does not seem to be. I notice that each and every hindrance is unique, and it is back through them I must go to be free enough to concentrate. On another level, I've spent years getting lost and why would I suppose that finding my way would be to continue through these deep woods? It is back on the clear path.
Not that that does not appear instantly many times, but I'm happy to apply glimpses of freedom and acceptance to greed, hatred and delusion, which remain like stout trees in the middle of my path out of darkness.
Perhaps acceptance should not be so slippery, but that is how my mind works. It does not see a way out, does not know that getting close means letting go, does not notice that craving is created by itself.
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